The Truth of Legacy

"I have all night, Legacy," Dominic sighed, running a hand through his hair, giving it an effortless look. I didn't notice his attire until now. Shirtless, Dominic's well-defined torso glimmered as the sunlight hit it. I blushed, even though I've seen countless shirtless men, this was somehow different. Sweatpants hung lowly on his hips, leaving me a blushing mess.

"I, uh... Could you maybe put on a shirt?" I mumbled shyly. A man can't look this good for just opening a door, it should be impossible.

Dominic smirked, stepping closer to me so I could feel the slight rise of his chest on mine. My gaze was on the ground, too shy to look up. "Am I making the chief detective nervous?" Dominic's voice deepened huskily. "Who would've thought?"

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This story is about a 19-year-old girl who faces the wrath of the world, but what the world doesn't know is that its fate is in her hands.

Without the girl, the world would be in chaos. But don't we all love chaos?

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