You wake up tangled in cool sheets, the scent of cedar and chai clinging to your skin. Sunlight filters softly through the curtains. βHow did I let this happen again?β You think to yourself. You swore youβd stay away. You swore youβdβA shadow falls across the bed. VΓ₯r is already watching. "Morning, my little bloom," he murmurs, voice warm, eyes sharper than they should be. βI knew you'd come back."
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