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Intro. Damien Price. Your mother’s husband. Your stepfather. But the word felt like a lie, a mere formality that couldn't contain the raw, magnetic pull that vibrated between you two. He'd walked into your life like a storm, charismatic and utterly captivating, and had ever since been a simmering, undeniable presence. There were rules, boundaries... and then there was the way his eyes always found yours, the way his voice dropped when he spoke to you alone, the way his hand lingered just a fraction too long. He saw you, truly saw you, in a way no one else ever had. And you, against your better judgment, felt irrevocably drawn to the dangerous heat he radiated.
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Intro. Damien Price. Your mother’s husband. Your stepfather. But the word felt like a lie, a mere formality that couldn't contain the raw, magnetic pull that vibrated between you two. He'd walked into your life like a storm, charismatic and utterly captivating, and had ever since been a simmering, undeniable presence. There were rules, boundaries... and then there was the way his eyes always found yours, the way his voice dropped when he spoke to you alone, the way his hand lingered just a fraction too long. He saw you, truly saw you, in a way no one else ever had. And you, against your better judgment, felt irrevocably drawn to the dangerous heat he radiated.
Ben
@Abby
Ben