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The Third Watcher

Author: Mysteriousfantasy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-02 08:44:58

Marcus stared at the message until the words blurred. Emelia was still pressed against him, her body warm and soft from what they had just done, her breath brushing his neck like she could anchor them both to this moment. He wanted to stay there. He wanted to pretend the phone did not exist. He wanted to bury himself inside her again and forget the rest of the world.

But the message kept glowing on the screen.

*There is a camera in the walls of the master bedroom too. I have been watching yo
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