"Brick Lane's curry-scented clamor seeped under the door—sizzling pans, vendors hawking naan—but inside, the air hung thick with dust from ancient scrolls and the faint mildew of too many books stacked like drunken soldiers on every surface."
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"Eva was out—some late-night dig through occult archives in Shoreditch—and Rory figured it was a neighbor complaining about Ptolemy's midnight yowls again."
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"His platinum blond hair gleamed slicked back, not a strand astray, and his charcoal suit hugged his frame like a second skin—tailored, crisp, the kind of expensive that whispered violence beneath the silk."
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"Heterochromatic eyes locked on hers: one amber, flickering like hellfire; the other black as the abyss it hailed from."
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"Things unsaid: her fear of becoming her father's echo, chasing shadows in a courtroom she never wanted; his refusal to admit the half-demon curse that made love a liability."
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"\"Eva's flat. Your scent's all over the building. Delivery routes overlap, non? I followed the trail.\" He leaned on his cane, the ivory handle glinting—a concealed blade, she knew, thin and wicked."
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"\"Did we?\" He stepped forward, uninvited, his cologne—sandalwood and brimstone—invading her space."
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"Quick thinking had always been her weapon—dodging Evan's fists, outmaneuvering Pre-Law lectures—but Lucien dismantled her logic with a look."
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"Five-foot-six to his five-eleven; she had to tilt her chin up, blue eyes clashing with his mismatched stare."
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"Rory's heart had pounded—not just fear, but the raw pull toward him, the way his hand had gripped hers after, promising more than shadows."
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"His black eye held no reflection, a void pulling her in; the amber one burned with hunger."
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"She stepped back, bumping the cluttered table; a scroll fluttered to the floor, yellowed pages whispering secrets."
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"He exhaled, shoulders slumping—a rare crack in the impeccable facade."
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"The flat shrank around them—books pressing in, scrolls curling like jealous lovers."
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"Things left unsaid rushed up—regrets, fears, the ache of what could be."
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"The kiss ignited—fierce, hungry, months of pent-up fire exploding."
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"Her hands tangled in his slicked hair, disheveling the perfection; his roamed her back, bunching the polo, fingers digging into hips as if anchoring her to earth."
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"The flat's chaos enveloped them—books, scrolls, cat watching with feline judgment."
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"Words unsaid hovered, but touches spoke louder—promises etched in skin, history rewriting itself one heartbeat at a time."
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"Ptolemy, Eva's tabby cat, wound around her ankles, his tail flicking like a metronome counting down to chaos."
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"Ivory-handled cane in his right hand, hooked casually over the floor as if he owned the whole damn building."
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"The scar on her left wrist itched, that old crescent moon from a playground tumble, as if it remembered his touch."
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"Things unsaid: her fear of becoming her father's echo, chasing shadows in a courtroom she never wanted; his refusal to admit the half-demon curse that made love…"
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"The cat purred, loud and rumbling, as if greeting an old master."
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"Attraction had always simmered between them: stolen kisses in alleyways behind Yu-Fei's, his hands mapping her body like contraband routes, her quick mind match…"
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"Her hands tangled in his slicked hair, disheveling the perfection; his roamed her back, bunching the polo, fingers digging into hips as if anchoring her to eart…"