pte
E
the stranger's. I f
kind of presence that screams dark aura... and the kind of eyes
likened to inexistent fiction characters. And his bo
ide me. Fear? Confusio
Is he e
s snapped me o
that he was being taught a lesson, but the thought of this
mself and Jasper, leaning in to wh
drained of colours, then fear cre
sper stumbled backwards bef
step back as the stranger tu
Jasper to make him
uestion lingering on my min
came out. It suddenly felt like m
n us. He didn't speak, but his eyes wer
e and mustering courage to ask the mill
y voice cracked into a
but froze mid-air before pullin
voice steady and demanding this time, "last night..
a moment, as if trying to se
in, my stomach twisting nervous
nstead, his eyes lingered
his palm hot against mine as he held my
this period, and everywhere is cold... Isn't his hand suppos
n my throat before my g
g. Shadow Ri
e was writte
my gaze, but he had
my chest pul
o the card, finger
th a text, and I li
as
animals now, huh? Look wh
the text, but the att
the picture, trembling,
I f
, had deep scratch marks. The kind of mark you woul
but I knew what I saw. The mark looked like they
eath c
. I was the only one standing here under the snow, cold biting into my
ymore, so I turned and he
**
napped open, cold air gracing
, it felt like someone was watching me. No
fted to my window. They were opened,
curled on the bedsh
dn't have forgotten to, knowing that it's snowing ou
thief b
s apartment was heavily guarded, and I also live on the sixth fl
bed, cold sweat forming on my forehea
dn't... He r
, but just then, a dark sh
iffen
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