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Chapter One Hundred and Seven: A Moment Like This

Author: Jhumie_writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-25 20:26:00
The house smelled faintly of lemon oil and burnt garlic.

Julio paused at the door, confused. He hadn’t been here in over three weeks, maybe longer. The silence inside was thick, but not empty. The lights in the hallway were dimmed, soft jazz hummed low from the kitchen, and his coat hit the floor the moment he stepped inside.

He didn’t need to say her name.

Kira stepped out of the kitchen barefoot, hair scraped up into a messy bun, wearing one of his old T-shirts that hung too wide around her shoulders. She wiped her hand on a dishtowel, her expression unreadable as always.

“I thought the cleaner came,” he said, eyes skimming over the gleaming floors and the scented candles flickering along the hallway table. “Did you call her?”

“Nope.” She lifted a shoulder. “Just me. Thought you’d want to come back to somewhere that didn’t smell like dust and old whiskey.”

He looked around again. She’d vacuumed, done the dishes, and even picked up a few things for the fridge. There were fresh towels
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Sometimes even the hardest men need a moment to breathe. Julio has always lived on the edge, sharp, controlled, dangerous. But here, we see a different side of him. A quiet, unguarded moment in a world that rarely allows such softness. His connection with Kira has always been unconventional, but tonight it became something else, something neither of them planned for. This chapter was about pause. About what happens in the silence between chaos. And for Julio, that rare moment of peace might just cost more than he realizes. Thank you for reading 💜 – jhumie_Writes

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