Stanley stepped into the opulent pack house, his boots sinking softly into the familiar plush carpet.The air smelled the same—pine, old wood, and faint cologne. The memories hit him like a wave, uninvited and relentless.His first kiss.His first time.Right here, between these walls. Every hallway whispered a memory he didn’t ask to remember."You finally came back."A voice, strong and sharp, sliced through the silence.Mira stood in the shadow of the doorway, her figure bathed in the soft shimmer of moonlight. Her dress clung to her body, glittering like frost in the dark. She hadn’t changed—still fierce, still proud, still carrying herself like the Luna she believed she was born to be."Yes." Stanley forced a smile, though it barely reached his eyes.She stepped closer, her heels tapping softly against the marble floor. Her smile was genuine, but it didn't move him. Not anymore."So—""Mira," he cut her off gently but firmly, "I didn’t come back for you. I came back for something
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