Marcelina~Domenico stood near the doorway with one hand tucked into his pocket and his expression as unreadable as ever.And for a second, my heart betrayed me.It wasn't just the fact that the room suddenly felt hot with him in it. It was the fact that seeing him again brought a wave of relief I wasn't prepared for.And I hated it.I hated it because the man standing in front of me was still the same infuriating bastard who had pulled his little stunt, messed with my head, my body, and my sanity, and then disappeared for days.Yet somehow, none of that stopped my eyes from lingering on him.Fuck.He looked hot.Annoyingly hot.But something about him looked different.His dark hair was slightly messy, as though he'd been running his hands through it all day and his jaw was shadowed with stubble, making him look rougher than usual.The black shirt he wore had its sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing tanned skin and the veins running beneath it.And those eyes.Those cold grey
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