Kill The Luna
There were thousands of images stored inside, but one specific old photograph made me freeze.
It was a picture of Michael and Lucy from years ago. In the shot, Lucy was clinging to him with everything she had, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck with a bright, possessive smile, while Michael just stood there perfectly straight, his expression stiff and unreadable. A strange pang hit my chest, but I quickly shook my head and closed the file, ignoring the weird feeling. I scrolled past it, finding more recent folders filled with pictures of him standing alongside powerful global elites, wealthy business partners, and high-ranking Alphas from different continents. The images looked raw an
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