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Intro. It was never meant to be love. Just heat. Just routine. Mondays. Wednesdays. Fridays. Those were the nights reserved for him. The familiar scent of the hotel wrapped around you the moment you stepped into the room— a subtle mix of crisp linen, vanilla, and a faint trace of the cologne he always left behind. You checked in like you always did, discreet and composed, and made your way upstairs. You were an hour early. The silence was soft, almost comforting, so you let yourself relax. Kicking off your heels, you sat on the bed, opened the book

Axelius Wilderose

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