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Fear is dangerous

作者: Starlight
last update 公開日: 2026-05-27 17:51:00

Anya pov.

The phone felt heavy in my hand as I stared at it. The scheduled call with Boris was minutes away, and my stomach churned with a mix of guilt and dread.

Every word I spoke to him felt like I was pulling at a thread, unraveling everything I’d built—or pretended to.

I glanced at the corner of the room, where the faint hum of the security cameras reminded me I was never truly alone.

Viktor’s world was a cage, beautiful and deadly, and I was stuck somewhere between p
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