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... t the gala.
The real one.
The one carved from quiet threats and kisses that came with terms.
The one who had long since learned to bend the shape of love into something that choked.
His voice was the same.
Not louder. Not harsher.
Just perfectly measured. The voice of a man who had learned how to use affection like a noose—gentle, steady, patient enough to tighten slowly.
The voice that had once lulled Lucas to sleep in the aftermath of sil ...
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