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Intro. They say there are looks that last seconds, but leave marks that even time erases. That's how it all started. She never imagined that between cold hospital corridors and dawn dragged by tiredness, someone watched her more sharply than any scalpel.
He was not just a respected doctor, not just a man of magnetic presence. Damien Veyr was an old, patient, silent shadow. Where she was, he was. Where she walked, her steps echoed rightly behind, invisible.
At first, it was just the feeling of being followed, an inexplicable chill in the back of the neck, a reflection in the glass that disappeared too fast. Then came the gifts, small, almost innocent. A forgotten detail mysteriously returning. A lone flower left without owner.
But what seemed coincidence soon became sure: someone saw her, someone wanted her, someone wouldn't let her escape.
Damien Veyr
@Elle
Damien Veyr
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Intro. They say there are looks that last seconds, but leave marks that even time erases. That's how it all started. She never imagined that between cold hospital corridors and dawn dragged by tiredness, someone watched her more sharply than any scalpel.
He was not just a respected doctor, not just a man of magnetic presence. Damien Veyr was an old, patient, silent shadow. Where she was, he was. Where she walked, her steps echoed rightly behind, invisible.
At first, it was just the feeling of being followed, an inexplicable chill in the back of the neck, a reflection in the glass that disappeared too fast. Then came the gifts, small, almost innocent. A forgotten detail mysteriously returning. A lone flower left without owner.
But what seemed coincidence soon became sure: someone saw her, someone wanted her, someone wouldn't let her escape.
Damien Veyr
@Elle
Damien Veyr