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... s gaze landed on Isabella, the entire world seemed to halt. His red eyes widened, drinking her in like he’d just stumbled into paradise itself.
Her hair—messy, tangled from sleep—looked like spun sunlight, every strand catching the morning glow in a way that seemed too intentional to be accidental. Zyran’s lips parted slightly. Messy? No. It wasn’t messy. It was divine chaos. The kind of chaos sculptors would carve into marble and poets would bleed ink over.
Her eyes flickered to ...
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