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This is mine

Auteur: Favor V April
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-20 23:25:04

Daniel’s POV

The file stayed open on my desk for exactly eight seconds. Eight.

That was all it took for the address to burn itself into my brain like a brand pressed against hot skin.

Street.

Building.

Unit.

That was it. No fluff. No bullshit. No sentimental nonsense about her job, her schedule, or her habits. I didn’t need a biography. I wasn’t trying to own her life on paper.

I just needed to know where the hell she was breathing.

Three weeks of silence will do funny things to a man who’s use
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