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Architecture of Surrender

Author: Favor V April
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-02-15 23:41:26

Eden’s POV

Sleep had not been a sanctuary. It had been a fever dream of silver water and snapping bone. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daniel’s face, not the man who had washed my skin with such devastating tenderness, but the man who had systematically dismantled another human being without blinking.

I woke to the sound of the door clicking open.

Victoria didn't bring a tray this time. She brought a single glass of water and a black silk blindfold.

"He is ready for you," she said. Her voic
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