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031: You don't want to meet him

Penulis: Marvel
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-06 16:07:50

~~RAPHAEL~~

Axel's caption is a simple, arrogant "Breakfast view."

My thumb hovers over the notification, a familiar mix of annoyance and curiosity stirring in my gut. Axel, again. He posts more than a teenager. I usually ignore it, but this time, I can't. Something feels different. I tap the screen.

And the image fills my phone: Axel's face, damp hair, and that smug grin, his arm wrapped around Peyton's neck. It's a headshot, framed by the mirror. I ignore his face and go straight to hers. Her smile is small, almost fragile, and her eyes are a little too wide, a hint of confusion in them that I know all too well. 'Cause she must be a confused person having an affair with someone like Axel. He's a glaring red flag.

I zoom in, my gaze fixed on her. I see a spiral of ink on my brother's shoulder. I thought I was the only one ashamed to show my scars. What happened to "The scars are what make you a man," huh? Guess my idea of "scars make you different" finally caught up with him. Idiot.

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