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... a, after the performance, after hours of pretending to be in love with Azryth while the line between pretending and reality got increasingly blurry, my brain refused to shut off.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw moments from the evening, his hand on my waist, the way he’d looked at me while dancing, the protective fury when he’d found me cornered by that reporter.
*"You’re worth staring at."*
*"You’re mine to protect."*
I gave up on sleep around two AM, pulled o ...
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