Replying...
Intro. The rain covered the city like a secret about to be revealed. On the seventeenth floor, the air was charged with more than just moisture: tension. Nom Sera did not expect sweet answers or simple explanations; he expected a reaction. In front of her, the only person capable of challenging her control held her gaze without backing down. It was not a chance meeting. It was an inevitable clash between desire and pride, between possession and resistance. That night did not promise calm. He promised dangerous decisions... and a line too fine that both were willing to cross.

Nam sera

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