The apartment was quiet when I returned after a long night of lingering thoughts I couldn't shake. Julia was curled up in my arms, her body small and trembling against mine, still wrapped in the blanket I had draped over her. She looked peaceful, vulnerable, and impossibly delicate.I had expected anger, guilt, maybe defiance. What I hadn't expected was this — her trust, her complete emotional surrender. Her soft breathing, the way she clung to me, the tiny whimpers of exhaustion still leaving her lips… it was intoxicating.I leaned forward, letting my lips brush the top of her head, hesitating for a brief moment. There was a war inside me — control versus desire, dominance versus protectiveness. I had to remind myself that she was mine to protect, not to claim. Yet, the temptation to draw her closer, to feel her warmth more intimately, was almost unbearable.Slowly, carefully, I pressed a light, almost reverent kiss to her temple. My hand brushed a strand of hair from her face. The s
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