Echos in the Night
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- Votos 3
- Partes 15
Contenido adultoConcluida mié, abr 2, 20251h 31m
Every so often, when she let her gaze wander, she caught his. His whiskey glass glinted under the low lights, his eyes dark and unreadable.
Watching. Always watching.
When Zeek got too impatient, too cruel, and ultimately ruined the night, she let him tug her toward the exit, casting one last glance back. Morgan was still seated at the bar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He didn't try to stop her.
But as she stepped out into the chilly Glasgow air, she knew this wasn't the last time she'd see him.
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