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city café, shaking off his soaked jacket. The streets of Liora gleamed wet beneath

ttention. Yet tonight, something pulled him to this small refuge. Maybe it was

ir was dark, cascading like a midnight waterfall, framing a face both striking and

e felt a strange warmth bloom inside him. Before he c

voice rough with surpri

never leaving his. "I

nd of their voices and the occasional patter of rain against glass. Cha

threatening to unravel the fragile thread between them. Charlie won