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NOT THE SAME MAN

Penulis: VEEWRITES
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-23 20:18:07

Creed's POV

I loathe this.

Every and each part of it.

The ladies. The aroma. The melody. The lights.

The bass resonates through me as a second heartbeat. Sweat and smoke and perfume tear at my perceptions. I sink lower and lower into the softness of the lounge chair, my knuckles whitening as I ball my hands into fists.

I haven't been the same since that encounter with the old lady—the one who whispered strange things which haunt me like a curse.

No, I've been dreaming about Yuki repeatedly and it's not getting any better.

it's affecting me

Physically

I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I cannot think straight without a glance at those long lashes, that peculiar smile, and the voice that seems louder than this cacophony of club music.

So here I am. Here I belong at Lucid Fire, one of the most expensive and exclusive clubs in the city—where fantasies supposedly become a reality.

For I am dead.

"Creed, baby," a soft voice murmurs next to me.

I slowly turn my head. The stripper—a caramel-compl
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