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Micro Loop

Author: Cat Stories
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-14 00:01:49

The bathroom of Suite 1 was a masterclass in hazardous design.

It was all polished marble and sharp angles. The floor was a slick, white expanse that offered zero traction.

The vanity was a jagged slab of granite with corners sharp enough to crack a skull. The shower was a glass cage with a door that swung outward, directly into the path of the sink.

To an interior designer, it was luxury. To Cale Rion, it was a death trap.

He stood by the door, arms crossed, watching Elion brush his teeth.

"Do you have to stand there?" Elion asked, spitting foam into the sink. "It's like brushing my teeth with a bodyguard. Or a vampire. You don't even have a reflection."

Cale glanced at the mirror. His reflection was there—tired, pale, wearing yesterday’s t-shirt—but it looked detached, like a painting that didn't quite match the subject.

"I'm checking the ventilation," Cale lied smoothly. "Steam accumulation creates condensation. Condensation creates slick surfaces."

"You and your surfaces," Elion m
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  • Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend   Sleep Trouble

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    The "Budget Mission" was supposed to be educational.Mira Kovari stood at the head of the conference room table, flanked by two serious-looking men in suits who were introduced as "Financial Consultants." The table itself was covered in ledgers, fake credit card statements, and stacks of Monopoly money."Love is grand," Mira announced, pacing back and forth like a shark in a fishtank. "But divorce is expensive. The number one cause of relationship failure isn't infidelity. It's money."She slapped a stack of papers onto the table."Today, you are going to plan a life together. Mortgage. Loans. Groceries. Unexpected medical bills. You have two hours to balance a budget based on your current combined income. Go."Elion stared at the ledger in front of him.Current combined income.His income was negative four million dollars. His assets were zero. His credit score was a number so low it was practically subterranean."This is fun," Kieran drawled from across the table, flipping through h

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