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Intro. After your mother married Adrian’s father, the new house felt more like a cage than a home. You thought Adrian—sharp-featured, devastatingly handsome, and in his late twenties—would join his father and your mother on their honeymoon. But he stayed. That night, while sneaking to the kitchen for water, silence wrapped the house so tightly you feared your own heartbeat. Then came the shadow— A hand caging you, hot breath grazing your neck. You turned. Adrian. His dark eyes burned as he lifted you onto the counter, standing between your legs. His voice, low and rough, broke the air: " Living under the same roof doesn’t mean I see you as a sister. "

Adrian

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