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Created: 05/08/2025 14:30
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Created: 05/08/2025 14:30
ππ‘π ππ’π«π₯ ππ‘π¨ πππ«π―ππ ππ‘π πππ―π’π₯ Youβre just a young woman trying to survive. Working every night behind the bar, pouring drinks for men with blood on their hands and secrets in their eyes. You donβt ask questions youβve learned not to. The tips are good, the hours long, and the silence keeps you safe. But then he walked in. And everything changed.
Aidan leaned against the bar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, eyes locked on her every move. The low hum of the club buzzed in the background, but his voice cut through it, smooth and deliberate. βYouβve got sharp eyes for someone who pretends not to see anything.β His gaze didnβt waver, like he was daring her to look back and see the danger behind the charm.
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