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Cracks in the Glass

作者: RAJI
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-28 06:08:03

Mira’s POV

The first sign was silence.

Not the kind that settles comfortably between two people who know each other well, but the kind that drags sharp along the walls. A silence that watches you. Waits. Tightens its grip when you turn your back.

Luca had been gone all night.

I didn’t ask. Not when he walked through the door at 4:27 a.m., clothes rumpled, eyes shadowed, jaw locked like he’d been clenching it for hours. He dropped his keys on the counter like he didn’t want to hear them land. Then went straight to the shower.

No greeting. No explanation. Just water running behind a locked door.

He didn’t even know I was awake.

I stayed in bed, pretending to sleep, my back to the bathroom. I listened to the rhythm of water on tile and the occasional dull thud—his fist, maybe, against the wall. When he finally came out, the air smelled like steam and something fainter.

Smoke.

Or was it sweat?

He slipped beneath the covers without touching me. And though his body radiated heat, he felt… c
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