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Penulis: Akomolafe Faith
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-17 20:59:49

The moment the car finally screeched to a halt, everything inside me changed, just like a wire pulled too tight finally giving way.

My body was yanked forward, then violently shoved back as rough hands dragged me out of the vehicle. The air outside hit my lungs cold and unfamiliar, and I immediately knew this wasn’t Luca.

It couldn’t be.

Luca Moretti never touched me like this.

Even when he was angry… even when he was distant… there had always been restraint. Something almost careful in the way
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