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Chapter 8

Author: Sunkissed
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-08 12:56:58

The morning light seeped in slowly, soft and pale, like it didn’t want to disturb the quiet that had settled over the Hellfire clubhouse.

The rain had eased into a gentle drizzle, tapping lightly against the windows, leaving streaks on the glass that blurred the view of the dark, wet streets outside.

Inside the room, the air was heavy with warmth and the faint scent of leather and skin.

Ryder lay beside me, still deep in sleep. His chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm, slow and sure. His face, usually so sharp and guarded, looked peaceful here in the morning light.

The lines around his eyes softened, and the way his lips parted slightly made him seem younger, almost vulnerable.

I watched him for a long moment, memorizing every detail like it was the most important thing I’d ever seen.

My fingers twitched, aching to reach out and touch him again, but I held myself back. Instead, I traced the curve of his shoulder with the tip of my finger, careful not to wake him.

The skin was
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