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when the fire meets the rain.

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Reads 56
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Parts 11
Time 51m

agegap confusion daddyissues darkromace desiromance intense love mature matureaudience readerxcharacter resistance romance slowburn youngadult

Ira's life has always been simple - mornings filled with quiet routines, afternoons spent teaching children, and evenings that pass without surprise. But one ordinary day, as she walks into a familiar courtyard, a single glance changes everything.

She wasn't looking for anyone. She didn't even mean to look up. Yet there he was - standing on the terrace, sunlight tracing the edges of his face, eyes locking on hers in a way that made the world fall silent.

She doesn't know his name. She doesn't know why her heart feels different now.
All she knows is that something shifted in that moment... and nothing may ever be the same again.All Rights Reserved

agegap confusion daddyissues darkromace desiromance intense love mature matureaudience readerxcharacter resistance romance slowburn youngadult

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