Alina's POVJaxon slipped the shirt over his head without any ceremony, revealing a striking tattoo. A rose and a snake were intertwined, both appearing to bleed, capturing a mix of pain and beauty.“Tell me about it,” I said, reaching out to trace it with my fingertips.His skin was warm, and I felt him react to my touch, tensing slightly. “Not happening.”“Dare,” I insisted, outlining the rose with my finger. “You have to tell me.”He caught my wrist, his grip firm but not harsh. “Some stories aren’t pretty, Alina.”“I’m not looking for pretty,” I replied, locking eyes with him. “I want the truth.”For a moment, he was silent. Then, he let go of my wrist, as if he had made a decision.“My sister,” he said, his voice stripped of everything but the words. “Maya. She was with the cartel. I wasn’t meant to be a part of it, but somehow, I got dragged in too. When I tried to escape, they killed her to control me. The rose represents her. The snake symbolizes what I became.”I looked at hi
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