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Meeting schedules, security briefings, transportation logs—mundane, mind-numbing details.
Understanding Icarus was like trying to read hieroglyphics blindfolded. No matter how hard I tried to understand, I failed. One moment, heat. The next, frostbite. He toyed with me, rewrote the rules of my reality until I could barely tell if I was coming undone from desire or dread. What were we?
Acquaintances? Friends? Shadows orbiting the same flame?
There was no label, yet it felt like some reckless part of my heart had already started to sway dangerously in his direction. I tried to tell myself it was just the aftermath of Layden, just leftover vulnerability. But I wasn't sure anymore.
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