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"Wait... where am I?" he shouted, confusion sharp in his voice.
"What is this place? Why does it feel so... ancient? And why am I even here?"
A tall man-six foot one, twenty-seven years old-lost in time.
"Can I not get a moment of peace here?" a voice snapped.
"Who the hell is screaming now?"
A girl appeared, lifting the hem of her gown delicately with gloved hands. The fabric shimmered-ivory silk layered with lace, embroidered with pearls that caught the sunlight like stars. Her corseted bodice hugged her frame with regal elegance, sleeves falling softly over her arms. A thin chain of jewels rested against her collarbone, and her hair-half pinned, half free-moved like liquid gold as she walked.
Her beauty was not soft.
It was commanding.
Her steps marched toward the man, fury blazing in her eyes.
As she advanced, she drew her sword-steel singing through the air .
Instinct took over.
The man, still unsteady on his feet, lifted his gun automatically.
Like a lion sensing danger, claws out before thought could interfere.
They stood face to face.
Sword against gun.
Past against present.
If one was a raging fire capable of burning the entire world,
the other was a fast-flowing river-calm, relentless, capable of swallowing the world whole.
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Hey, my precious readers 🖤
✨ Genre: Dark Mafia × Mystery × Romance
Before you begin, a few things you should know:
🖤 English isn't my first language, so please be kind.
🖤 This story contains dark themes, intense moments, and morally grey characters.
🖤 Nothing here is accidental-details matter, silence matters, and patience will be rewarded.
🖤 Everything is purely fictional, created from imagination and emotion.
📌 Update Schedule: Fri & Sun only
I hope you enjoy every risky choice, every quiet tension, and every moment that makes you pause before turning the page.
So tell me-
are you ready to enter a world where time doesn't explain itself...
and not everyone walks awa