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Ninety -Six

Author: V.Grey
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-30 21:28:35

Alessandra's POV

I woke up to the feeling of warmth beside me. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and my hair was sprawled across my face. I blinked against the soft morning light seeping through the cream curtains.

Killian was sitting by the edge of my bed, his dark hair messy and his eyes shadowed with exhaustion. He wore a loose black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, making him look impossibly young yet still terrifyingly powerful.

“Morning, Ale” he said quietly, voice hoarse from sleep or silence.

“Killian,” I whispered, my chest tightening at how gentle he sounded. “You’re here. Did you sleep in my room?”

He raised a brow, leaning down until his face was inches from mine. “Where else would I be?”

I smiled softly, reaching out to touch his jaw. The rough stubble there made me shiver. “I don’t know. work?... you've been spending alot of time there”

He scoffed, but the corner of his lips curved up. “I’ll always make time for yo
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