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He Rules The Day, She Rules The Night
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2025-11-06 08:00:18CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
Morning came in quiet gold and warmth. The curtains were still half-drawn, and the air smelled of him, smoke, salt, and something sinful that clung to my skin. My body ached, deliciously. Every inch of me marked, not by ownership, but by recognition.Dante was awake before me. I felt it first, his breath against my shoulder, the slow drag of his fingers tracing invisible patterns down my arm.When I finally opened my eyes, he was staring at me like a man starving.“You’re awake,” I murmured.“I never slept,” he said. His voice was raw, deep, like it had been scraped by obsession. “I didn’t want to miss the way you look like this.”“Like what?”He leaned in, lips ghosting my temple. “Like you finally stopped hiding.”I smiled faintly, eyes still half-closed. “You sound like you just saw a ghost come to life.”“Something like that.” His hand rested over my heart. “Catalin
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