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The Watcher's Hand

작가: Victoria Sanders
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-07-02 22:49:08

(Andrew Dole’s POV)

The door was colder than it looked.

I knocked once, then again, slower.

Behind it, I could hear nothing—no footsteps, no shift of weight, no shuffling sounds to betray someone inside. Just silence. The kind that didn’t wait politely—it pressed against your lungs and made breathing feel like a decision.

I didn’t leave.

The air in the corridor felt expensive, perfumed with sandalwood and hush money. A subtle chill ran beneath the quiet, like the building itself could sense why I was here.

Then—

A lock clicked.

The door creaked open just enough to frame her silhouette.

She stood barefoot in the soft spill of bathroom light, damp strands of hair clinging to her collarbone, her robe cinched but loose. Her eyes—those calm, naive eyes—were wary but clear.

I straightened without meaning to.

“Andrew.”

She didn’t sound surprised. Just… tired.

I gave a small nod. “I wasn’t sure if you’d open.”

“I wasn’t sure if I should.” She stepped aside, slowly, like she was still debating
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