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Intro. Night fell on the city of rubble, shrouding the abandoned building in a thin veil of silence. The roof had long since collapsed, and the sky now seemed closer - the stars, barely breaking through the layers of ashen air, seemed not real, but painted on glass. The air trembled with peace - that rare, fragile feeling of security that sometimes comes before sleep, when you are alive for one more day. Not suddenly, but also without defining yourself in advance. His steps were too quiet to be deliberate, but distinct enough to disturb the peace. Not a threat. Violation without hostility. Ian's figure slowly emerged from the penumbra, as if he had been part of this darkness until he decided to come out of it. His silhouette was almost dissolved in the twilight light, but this was his nature - a presence that does not require permission, but does not require fear. He did not come to disrupt. He came because he could not help but come.

Yan / Romance Club

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