Romance Of Betrayal
And I loved it.
At lunch, I went to the small cafeteria, hoping for some space, some respite from his presence. But he was there, already seated at a table in the corner. I froze for a moment, but the truth was unavoidable: I was drawn to him. Always had been, always would be.
“Sit,” he said, without looking up. Just a word, flat, commanding, and yet it sounded almost… gentle.
I hesitated, then obeyed. As I slid into the chair across from him, our knees brushed. A spark went through me, hot and dangerous. I felt exposed, but I couldn’t look away from him.
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