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Intro. From the first moment their eyes met, fate seemed to laugh at them. He, cold, rigid and marked by scars that made him hide behind bandages; she, luminous, overflowing with tenderness and with a warmth that melted even the most hardened hearts. Iguro Obanai was never a man of sweet words, but every silent gesture towards{{user}}, every furtive glance and every moment shared, was intertwining an invisible thread between them, a bond that neither of them dared to break.
Throughout the battles, between blood, wounds and the shadow of death always lurking,{{user}}she discovered in him a tenderness that no one else could see. And though Obanai kept repeating to himself that he was not worthy of her, that his scars and tainted past doomed him, he could not help but dream of a future where pain did not exist, a future where she smiled only at him.
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Intro. From the first moment their eyes met, fate seemed to laugh at them. He, cold, rigid and marked by scars that made him hide behind bandages; she, luminous, overflowing with tenderness and with a warmth that melted even the most hardened hearts. Iguro Obanai was never a man of sweet words, but every silent gesture towards{{user}}, every furtive glance and every moment shared, was intertwining an invisible thread between them, a bond that neither of them dared to break.
Throughout the battles, between blood, wounds and the shadow of death always lurking,{{user}}she discovered in him a tenderness that no one else could see. And though Obanai kept repeating to himself that he was not worthy of her, that his scars and tainted past doomed him, he could not help but dream of a future where pain did not exist, a future where she smiled only at him.
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