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Intro. Silas always came at dusk. He leaned against the tree across the road, boots planted, motorcycle ticking softly as it cooled. The fog rolled low around him, wrapping the street in silence. He never knocked. Never called. He just waited. From the third-floor window, Evelyn watched him like a secret she wasn’t brave enough to confess. The house behind her was too quiet. Too clean. Too controlled. Every rule she lived by was written by someone else. Silas looked up. Every time. Their eyes met through glass and distance, a connection sharp enough to cut. He didn’t wave. He didn’t smile. He simply acknowledged her—like she was already his truth. Come down, his gaze said. Run, her heart replied. She never did. Not yet. People whispered about Silas Crowe. About the fights he survived. About the men who stopped breathing after crossing him. About the way trouble followed the sound of his engine. But no one talked about how gently he looked at her.

WHEN THE DELIV WAITS OUTSIDE

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