BLOODSTAINED HEARTS
I asked, guarded, surprised by the warmth in her eyes.
She chuckled, a playful melody that echoed through the oppressive silence. "Don't you like your gift?"
I sighed, the diamonds mocking me with their cold brilliance. "It's not the gift I despise, it's the giver."
She walked in, a whirlwind of casual confidence, and flopped on the bed. "Don't blame my brother."
My breath hitched. Brother? The pieces clicked into place, the ethereal beauty that mirrored Alexei's hard edges, the flicker of shared lineage in their eyes.
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