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Chapter 132 — The Promise of Restraint

ผู้เขียน: Kristina Angels
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Theo’s point of view

The ceiling has nothing to offer me, but I stare at it like it might eventually give in.

It’s been four months since she walked into my life—and since then, there hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about her. Not a moment I haven’t felt her presence in my chest, tightening like a vice or softening like a prayer. Eva.

She came in with her silent footsteps and steel eyes and cracked me open without even trying. My mind. My heart. My kingdom. All hers. And I love every damn second of it.

But what terrifies me, in that quiet, slippery way only real fear can… is the possibility I’ll screw this up. That I’ll push too hard. That I’ll lose her to something bigger than both of us.

I shift onto my side, pressing my face into the pillow that still smells faintly like her. She hasn’t slept beside me in three nights. She’s pulling away again—probably trying to make sense of the bond without letting it consume her. Or maybe she’s protecting me. I hate how much I get it.

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