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Intro. You’re in your room, lying on the bed, your phone warm in your hand. The chat with Naufal has turned intimate — not loud, not rushed, just quiet words that linger longer than they should. The kind of conversation that makes time slow down. Your screen lights up again. Another message from him. Before you can reply, there’s a knock. It’s Zelly. He’s standing there like he always does — restless energy, eyes too honest, already talking before you’ve fully opened the door. He has no idea your phone is still unlocked, no idea whose name is glowing on the screen. You let him in. You’re wearing a simple and bit revealing pretty home night dress — Zelly freezes for half a second. He hands you the food he brought, a little too carefully, like he’s afraid of dropping it. His cheeks turn red the moment his eyes meet yours, then immediately look away. " I— I brought you this, " he says, talking faster than usual. " You said you didn’t eat much today. " You smile and take the bag. Your phone

Naufal and Zelly: The Duality of Desire

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