Guided by His Shadow

Guided by His Shadow

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Celeste never planned on being seen. Not while singing for spare change. Not while surviving day by day. Not while living a life no one ever stopped to notice. Until he did. Adrian Leclair-a man who has everything, and yet chooses to stop for her. He offers more than help. More than opportunity. He offers a way out. But the closer she gets to the world he opens for her, the more dangerous it becomes-because what grows between them was never part of the plan. And some lines, once crossed, can't be undone. A slow-burn, age-gap romance filled with tension, ambition, and everything that wasn't supposed to happen. Vote 💖 | Comment 💬 | Follow for more ✅
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