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The Satin Trap

Author: Winnie El
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 13:55:55

He froze in his steps. The voice wasn't loud. It was soft. Almost casual. But it completely paralyzed him.

He didn't want to turn around. He really didn't. His brain was screaming at him to just keep walking down the stairs and pretend he didn't hear anything. Just walk away and get in the car.

But his body betrayed him. It always did when it came to her. He rotated slowly on the balls of his feet. The thick carpet felt like quicksand pulling him down.

And then he saw her.

The breath actually
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