I could feel the fire consuming me.It wasn’t a sudden blaze, but a slow, deliberate ignition — a spark that had smoldered for too long. Every breath I took fed it. Every beat of my heart fanned it higher. It burned behind my ribs, crawled along my skin, filled every part of me until I didn’t know where the heat ended and I began.And he was there — Dante — standing just close enough that the space between us felt charged, alive, dangerous.His presence filled the room. Not through sound or movement, but through sheer gravity. He didn’t have to touch me to make me aware of him. I felt him in the air I breathed, in the rhythm of my pulse, in the quiet command that lived in the way he simply was.I tried to hold my ground, but my knees felt weak, as if my body already knew what my mind refused to accept.I wasn’t afraid of him. I was afraid of what he made me feel.“Selena,” he said, his voice low — almost reverent — wrapping around my name like silk. “You don’t have to fight anymore.”
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