Pearl Gem For what seemed like an eternity, His Majesty stood at the doorstep, silent, unmoving. I kept my head bowed, but I could feel his gaze. Heavy. Burning. His presence pressed down on me like a weight I’d tried so hard to forget. “You cut your long hair,” He finally said. That voice. That same deep, commanding voice that once stole my breath and everything I had held dear. It curled around me like smoke, dangerous, intoxicating, familiar. Slowly, I straightened to meet his eyes. Those golden eyes that once looked at me like I was nothing… now searched me with something else. Disappointment? Regret? I couldn’t tell. Either way, it didn’t matter. That hair was a relic. He liked it, so I had to let it go. It was my first act of defiance, of freedom. I couldn’t hold his gaze long. Nor could I ignore the soft, expensive scent of his cologne, rich, dark, and devastatingly familiar. It threatened to reveal memories I had buried deep. I glanced behind him. His motorca
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