16 parts Ongoing Mature𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨───I knew it was a trick of my mind─every touch, every breath ─ still let myself drown in him, sinking deeper under the weight of my undoing.
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Every time I caught his gaze, something dark stirred behind his eyes.
After that night, I stopped acknowledging him. I perfected the art of pretending he didn't exist. And yet, I still felt him-watching, burning into my skin even when I wasn't looking.
But today, for some reason, I looked back.
Maybe I was tired of running. Tired of the distance. Or maybe some reckless part of me wanted to be caught.
The moment our eyes met, my throat tightened. His stare didn't soften-it was molten, tearing through my defenses like fire through ice. Something flickered low in my belly, and I shuddered.
"Good morning." My voice betrayed the quiet panic thrumming beneath my skin as he simply stood there. Didn't answer. Didn't move. Just stared.
For the first time, I wondered what it would feel like if that intensity wasn't meant to intimidate.
"What's your-"
He stepped into his house, the door slamming behind him and I exhaled,
"Name."
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