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Rule Number 2.5

Author: Emarc
last update publish date: 2026-09-16 13:34:19

"Hello, Kleine," a deep, masculine voice says beside me. Aurelia's face brightens at once. Her whole body seems to hum with it.

I turn to look at the man in front of us and immediately understand why. Tall, muscular, fair blond hair, a face that belongs on a statue. Even with Julian occupying every corner of my mind, my eyebrows climb toward my hairline when I get a good look at him. Not that he outshines Julian exactly, but he's certainly something to stare at.

Julian's beauty is classical, ar
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