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The Ideological Clash

Author: Pamora
last update publish date: 2026-05-21 15:26:38

Adrian POV

Marcus doesn’t step closer after he says it.He holds his ground, like the distance between us is part of the structure he’s trying to maintain. Not physical distance. Control.

“You don’t deserve what you’re protecting.”

The words don’t carry anger. That’s what makes them harder to dismiss. He believes them. Not as an attack. As a conclusion.

I don’t respond immediately. Not because I don’t have an answer, but because this isn’t about reacting to him. It’s about understanding how
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