Strangers After Midnight
The remnants of the sweet, chilled syrup had completely melted against their skin, leaving a lingering, intoxicating warmth in the air. The rain outside was still relentless, hammering against the penthouse glass, but inside, the rhythm of the room belonged entirely to Zane. He was a man possessed by a singular, unyielding drive—to make Mich forget the rest of the world, to make her remember only him.
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