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2025-02-07 10:30:03Then Matthew, turned away and kept walking with a dismissive smirk, his shoulders tensing in subtle defiance.
Masahiro pulled his car over and got out, his shoes hitting the pavement sharply. “Matthew!” he called, his voice cool but firm, reaching after him. But Matthew didn’t even flinch, his steps quickening, the silence between them thick.
Matthew walked faster, the rhythm of his steps mocking the tension. Masahiro closed the distance effortlessly, his long stride eating up the space, until he reached him and grabbed his wrist.
“Let go,” Matthew snapped, yanking his arm back with a glare that could cut glass. “You don’t get to touch me.”
Masahiro’s grip tightened, the cool steel of his resolve never wavering, though his gaze hardened slightly. "Matthew, stop."
Matthew exhaled a puff of smoke, his lips curling into a smirk, cocky and unmoved. “Or what? You’ll cheat on me again?&rdq
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