Zilāl
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❝If you knew who I was,❞ he murmured, pressing the dagger to my skin,
❝you'd run before I ever got the chance to love you.❞
I was trained to kill a monster.
But monsters don't hold you like this.
And hearts don't betray you this quietly.
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