ÉléaI thought the hardest part was behind us.That the revealed truth, the shared wounds, would finally bring us closer, soothe us.But life is cruel, and sometimes it is not our own demons that destroy us,but the ghosts of the past, those lurking shadows that strike without warning, like a raging storm.That night, as I thought I would find refuge in his arms, in the fragile warmth we shared,a sharp sound tore through the silence. A violent, brutal blow, echoing against the door.The fragile balance we had begun to build collapsed in an instant.I know that voice, sharp, threatening, an echo I wish I could forget.A ghost from Aedan's past, a man the night refuses to let go.— Open up, Aedan.We need to talk. Now.His gaze hardens, his muscles tense, ready to pounce.He becomes a beast, a wild force whose primal instinct awakens.I feel this fierce fear running through him, mixed with a black anger, an inner fire capable of consuming everything.Without a word, he grabs me by the
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