I didn't know why my heart beat faster every time his name crossed my thoughts. I didn't even know him. Yet somehow, Alaiz had already carved a space in my mind,quiet, persistent, and unsettling.

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‎That morning, the house buzzed with the unusual energy of anticipation and anxiety. My father's voice cut through breakfast like it always did: calm, precise, and unyielding.

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‎"I'll be leaving the country tonight," he announced, folding his napkin with surgical precision. "Paris. A meeting that can't be postponed."

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‎I paused mid-sip. "Tonight?"

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‎He nodded. "I'll return before the month ends."

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‎I swallowed, feeling the familiar tightness crawl through my chest. His trips always brought this mixture of relief and unease: freedom wrapped in anxiety. "You'll miss my birthday," I murmured softly.

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‎His eyes lifted to mine ,sharp but softened slightly by something I couldn't name. "When I return, we'll celebrate properly. Twenty years deserves something memorable."

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‎I sighed, frustration tugging at me. "You always say that."

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‎"And I always keep my word," he replied firmly.

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‎Abi nudged my foot under the table, warning me to stop before my irritation slipped further. But I couldn't help it. My life had always been postponed always "later," "someday," when the time was right.

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‎After breakfast, the house swirled with departure energy: suitcases, hushed instructions, calls to staff, meticulous checks of schedules. I retreated to my room, hoping to find a moment of peace before the walls closed in again.

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‎That's when my phone buzzed. A message from Abi.

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‎Abi: Guess what? I just heard something interesting.

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‎I typed back lazily. "If it's not entertaining, save it."

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‎Something twisted inside me irrational, sharp, unwelcome. I didn't even know what she was about to say, but it felt urgent, dangerous. I shook it off, ridiculously, trying not to give it weight.

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‎Night fell, and with it, my mind refused rest. I lay on my bed, scrolling idly through my phone, the dim glow reflecting off the walls. My hair was loose around my shoulders, my body heavy with restless thoughts. And then it happened.

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‎A soft, deliberate tap against my window.

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‎I frowned at first and then again I heard another tap, closer and more intentional. My pulse spiked. Crossing the room carefully, I pulled the curtain aside. A shadow stood beneath the glass. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Handsome in a way that made my breath catch.

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‎Alaiz.

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‎Before I could react, a small stone bounced lightly against the glass controlled, intentional, not reckless. I opened the window just enough to see his face clearly.

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‎He didn't speak.

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‎Instead, he held a folded piece of paper.

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‎I hesitated only a second before taking it. He gave a brief nod and then vanished into the darkness.

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‎My hands trembled as I unfolded the note:

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‎"I don't know you, but I know your eyes. And they haunt me."

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‎No name, No signature, Just truth. Dangerous, intimate, impossible to ignore.

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‎I grabbed a pen, shaking, and wrote back:

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‎"You don't know me, but you found me anyway. My name is Meelan."

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‎I folded it and dropped it out the window. He caught it effortlessly. Our eyes met for a heartbeat. Then he was gone.I couldn't sleep that night ,everytime I closed my eyes he also appeared .

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‎The next evening, curiosity and something I couldn't resist betrayed me.I decided to sneak out to have a chit chat with Alaiz . Abi insisted on accompanying me even if she didn't like the idea buh she had to.As I stood before Alaiz's gate. Nerves danced beneath my skin.

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‎"You're acting like you're about to commit a crime," she teased.

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‎"Maybe I am," I muttered.

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‎The door opened before we could knock. And that's when I saw her.

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‎Aris.

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‎She leaned casually against the doorframe, barefoot, wearing a loose, thin fabric that hugged her curves with calculated confidence. She radiated a dangerous ease, as if the house belonged to her, as if she owned every glance and every room.

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‎Her hair fell in effortless waves down her back, lips curved into a smile that was all amusement and warning. There was no warmth, no welcome just ownership.

‎Although Dad never introduced Aris to me but deep down I knew she was the lady he had brought home .

‎Few years back he told me he was seeing someone.

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‎"You're the girl," she said lightly, eyes assessing me like a predator evaluating a rival.

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‎I froze. Every instinct screamed that she was trouble. And from the tension in the air, I could feel that Alaiz's presence hovered somewhere deeper inside, commanding the house even in his absence.

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‎"Meelan," I whispered, voice softer than intended.

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‎Her smile widened, sharp and knowing. "Oh, so you're the one. How... quaint."

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‎The words were loaded, heavy with challenge. Every syllable pressed against my chest, igniting tension and unspoken threats. I felt small under her gaze, yet defiant.

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‎"Are you always so... unfriendly?" I asked carefully, keeping my voice steady.

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‎"Not unfriendly," she replied. "Just realistic. Some things in life... you don't get to walk in and claim what isn't yours."

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‎My stomach twisted. Every word felt aimed at me, at the claim Alaiz had made the night before, and at the invisible thread that had already begun to pull me toward him.

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‎Emmilia, his cousin, appeared behind Aris's shoulder, her gaze flicking over me with curiosity and amusement. Her eyes lingered, and I could feel the tension in the air. She had always admired Alaiz quietly, perhaps secretly, and now I was the intruder in a tangled web I hadn't even known existed.

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‎As I stepped forward hesitantly, Aris leaned a little closer. Bare skin brushed the doorframe like she had nothing to hide, nothing to fear. I realized too late that I hadn't just walked into Alaiz's house,I had walked straight into danger.

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‎Abi muttered under her breath, "Oh no. This is... bad."

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‎"Why?" I hissed.

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‎"She's Emmilia. Dangerous and Possessive. And she hates anyone who looks at Alaiz the wrong way."

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‎My stomach tightened. Every rule, every wall I had built seemed to crumble in her presence.

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‎The night dragged on with conversation layered over tension. Emillia smiled at everything Alaiz had ever done or said, an invisible crown of power around her. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, could only observe. Every glance, every smirk, every subtle gesture carried a threat.

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‎Then the next morning, as dawn touched the estate, someone came to pick up the Cybertruck Alaiz had left the night before. My heart leapt and fell in the same beat. The driver handed me a folded note before he left.

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‎"Meelan, don't think last night was a mistake. I'll see you soon."

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‎No signature, no hint. Just a promise, sharp as a blade, and impossible to ignore.

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‎The day unfolded slowly, suffused with tension. Aris moved like a shadow in the house, her presence pressing against mine with unspoken warnings. Every word she spoke carried subtle poison, every smile a reminder that she was not my friend.

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‎Abi tried to lighten the mood, but even she couldn't pierce the thick fog of hostility and desire surrounding me.

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‎By late afternoon, my father, sensing my agitation, issued an order in his precise, controlled way:

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‎"Driver, take Meelan around the estate. Let her clear her mind."

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‎I obeyed silently, stepping into the car, trying to untangle the knot of fear, attraction, and jealousy that had taken root inside me. The drive wound through the sprawling grounds, sunlight flickering through trees, the estate's edges stretching endlessly.

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‎And then, through the window of another estate on the horizon, I saw something that made my stomach drop. Alaiz... and Emmilia were having a passionate intense kiss, their bodies close, their faces pressed together in a moment of passion and possession.

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‎Everything inside me shattered,desire, jealousy, fear, confusion. And yet, buried under it all, a pulse of something I couldn't deny: I wanted him even more.i felt broken.

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‎The car moved silently, Abi beside me, sensing my sudden tension but wisely remaining silent. The estate stretched on, quiet except for the soft hum of the engine. The world felt heavy, loaded with rules, forbidden desire, and danger.

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‎And I knew, deep down, that the storm had only just begun.

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The morning air was crisp, tinged with the scent of freshly polished marble and my father's quiet authority. I had hoped the day would unfold like any other, predictable and contained, but Aris had other plans.

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‎"She should go to school," Aris said casually as she perched on the arm of one of the chaise lounges, her eyes sharp and calculating. "It's... better for the family. For space. For everyone to breathe."

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‎I froze mid-step. Her tone was light, almost teasing, but beneath it lay steel. I felt it immediately .A push to remove me from my life, my home, my place in Alaiz's orbit.

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‎My father, however, shook his head with measured calm, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "No, Aris. Instead, we'll go to England. Honeymoon."

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‎My pulse jumped. "Honeymoon?" I repeated, disbelief catching in my throat.

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‎"Yes," he said, folding a napkin as if discussing tea instead of marital plans. "Time away. Space to celebrate what matters."

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‎Aris's eyes flicked to mine, a flash of something unreadable passing behind them. I sensed it immediately ,‎Resentment, judgment, and a thinly veiled challenge.

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‎The day dragged on in a haze of expectation. Alaiz had, of course, left instructions for his Cybertruck, but before leaving for the day, he slipped a small velvet box onto the counter where I would find it.

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‎I picked it up, heart racing. Inside lay a necklace: delicate, silver, with a single teardrop diamond that caught the light in impossible ways.

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‎"Take it," Alaiz said softly, leaning just enough to meet my eyes. "A gift."

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‎I stared, I had never wanted anything from a cheat, from someone who could claim hearts as easily as he claimed spaces. And yet... the beauty of it made my chest ache.

‎I took it ..not because I wanted it but because there where servants at home who wanted and deserve such gifts .

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‎Seeing Emmilia and Alaiz the previous night had ruined everything thing I felt for him.I couldn't even take a second glance at the necklace because it reminded me of hate .

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‎The day passed. The house prepared for departure; my father's plans for England became more real with each ticking moment. Alaiz, meanwhile, had made arrangements, leaving me with nothing but anticipation and something heavier, unspoken, wrapped around my heart.

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‎By evening, I found myself wandering the quiet corridors, free for the first time since the day had begun. Father was gone, honeymoon underway. Aris had withdrawn into her private quarters, undoubtedly plotting or scheming, her absence both relieving and unsettling.

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‎The freedom felt electric. Dangerous. And I knew it immediately.

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‎I decided to take a stroll, to feel the air outside the walls that had always constrained me. Each step was careful, measured but liberating. The estate at night held its own magic: streetlights casting long shadows, the hum of distant generators, and the faint perfume of night-blooming flowers.

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‎And then... I bumped into him.

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‎Alaiz.

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‎He stood there casually, as if he had expected me, as if the night had conspired to place us in the same shadow. My chest tightened. I had promised myself I wouldn't speak, wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a conversation. Yet our eyes met, and I felt the pull all over again.

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‎"You..." I started, catching myself, hesitant. "I... I didn't mean to....."

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‎"Walk into me?" he interrupted gently, the barest hint of a smirk on his lips. "I don't mind."

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‎I rolled my eyes, trying to reclaim some dignity. "You should leave. Go. I....Im really not in the mood to talk "

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‎Alaiz's expression shifted, the smirk fading. His eyes darkened, serious and weighty. "I can explain."

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‎"Explain wat ? Wt do you even know you want to explain "

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‎"I promise if it's wat I'm thinking I promise I can explain "

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‎I wanted to laugh, wanted to cry,wanted to run but against all reason, against my own stubbornness, I stayed. "Fine. Explain," I muttered, voice low and sharp.

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‎We walked a few paces, finding a bench under the faint glow of a street lamp. He spoke for what felt like hours, words careful, heavy with meaning. He told me about Emmilia ,about boundaries, family, and loyalty. About feelings that had been misinterpreted, moments that had been misunderstood.

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‎I listened, at first I was skeptical, then reluctantly amused. Somehow, despite the weight of the night, despite the sting of jealousy and fear, I found myself agreeing to hear him out.

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‎He paused, eyes searching mine. "Tomorrow by Eight o'clock.....uhmmm....would it be okay if we have dinner out ?. I'll pick you up."

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‎I nodded, lips tight. Curiosity and frustration warring inside me. "Eight," I whispered.

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‎Then, abruptly, a phone rang. His hand flew to his pocket, and he answered with clipped efficiency.

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‎"What!" he barked.

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‎My chest froze. His voice was strong ,a single word, sharp and cutting,it hung in the air. I felt it reverberate inside my bones. The color drained from my face.

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‎The phone slipped from his hand, falling toward the cobblestone path below. Time seemed to freeze.

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‎"Wait-" I started, but he had already hung up.

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‎The device hit the ground with a soft thud, sliding slightly into the darkened street. Alaiz stared after it, jaw clenched, eyes wide not at the fall, but at the message, at the weight carried in that single call.

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‎I didn't breathe. I couldn't.

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‎We both knew the world had shifted, that this moment would echo through every corner of our lives. I felt my heartbeat thundering against my ribs. The night air pressed against my skin, electrified with danger, desire, and the unknown.

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‎Finally, he looked at me. His gaze held a promise I didn't understand and a warning I couldn't ignore. "I'll explain tomorrow," he said simply, voice low, deliberate.

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‎And then he vanished into the shadows, leaving me alone on the path, staring at the street where his phone lay like a fallen talisman, heavy with secrets and impending chaos.

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‎I stood there, trembling, aware that the quiet of the night could no longer protect me. The house, Aris, Emmilia, Alaiz,they were all pieces of a puzzle I didn't yet have the courage to solve.

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‎And for the first time, the freedom my father had unintentionally granted me the ability to walk the estate without fear had felt like a curse wrapped in desire.

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‎I walked home slowly, every shadow flickering with the memory of him, the anticipation of tomorrow, and the invisible thread that had already woven our lives together.

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‎I didn't sleep that night,not even a little. The fallen phone, the interrupted call, the promise of explanation,it all churned inside me, sharp and relentless.

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‎Tomorrow would come, inevitably. And with it... the storm.

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I had dressed carefully. Every detail mattered ,my hair, my dress, the faint shimmer of perfume that wasn't too strong, but enough to leave a trace. Alaiz had given me the address, the time, the instructions. Eight o'clock. Sharp. Clear. I had rehearsed in my head how I would act, how I would move, how I would breathe until the moment I would see him again.

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‎And yet, as I stepped out into the night, the city lights flickering along the streets, my pulse betrayed me. I told myself it was nothing. Just anticipation. Just nerves. But the way my stomach twisted, the way my hands shook slightly, told a different story.

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‎I arrived early, parking a little distance from his house, as I had been instructed. The night was quiet, still, the kind of silence that draped itself over the world like a velvet sheet. I checked my watch. Eight o'clock. Sharp.

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‎I waited.

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‎Minutes ticked by....... Ten, Twenty, My confidence began to fray at the edges. Maybe it was a surprise? Maybe something had delayed him? Maybe this was part of the plan, some mysterious thrill only he understood.

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‎By eleven, the thrill had curdled into anxiety.

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‎My mind spiraled, replaying his call from the night before. The way he had said my name, low and deliberate, promising. The way his voice had wavered just slightly, like he had wanted to confess something, to pull me closer even through the phone line. "I can't wait to see you," he had said, and it had reverberated through me, igniting something I couldn't extinguish.

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‎And yet... he wasn't here. No car pulling up. No footstep on the gravel. Nothing.

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‎I tried to calm myself, pacing slightly on the sidewalk, watching the shadows stretch across the walls. I reminded myself,he was complicated. He had responsibilities, a life, a family... probably something urgent had come up. But the gnawing feeling in my chest refused to be ignored.

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‎I sat down on the curb, hugging my knees to my chest. I thought about the phone call. About his words. About the intensity in his voice. And I cursed myself for believing it.

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‎Time stretched, merciless and cruel.

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‎Somewhere in the distance, headlights flickered maybe a taxi? Maybe someone coming to check if I'd gotten lost? My heart leapt with false hope, only to fall again when it wasn't him.

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‎I didn't know how long I had waited. An hour? Two? Every passing minute carved deeper into my chest, hollowing it out, reminding me that desire could be punishment as much as pleasure.

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‎Finally, I stood, brushing the dress back into place, smoothing my hair as if I could straighten out the tension in my chest too. Maybe I had been played. Maybe I had misread him.

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‎The thought was unbearable. And yet... I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he looked at me, the weight of his presence, the dangerous comfort that always seemed to follow him. I had waited, and waited, and waited... and yet, I hadn't moved.

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‎And then... nothing.

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‎No car. No signal. No explanation. My heart stuttered again, more violently than before. I felt stranded, suspended between hope and fear.

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‎At home, the house would soon feel unbearable. Aris and my father were returning, their presence looming. Abi was unreachable ,her line silent, dead. I was alone.

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‎The wind picked up slightly, stirring my hair, whispering along the streets. I hugged my arms around myself, wishing the night could just swallow me whole.

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‎And then, far off in the distance, I noticed movement,a figure on the balcony, tall, lean, familiar. My breath caught. My stomach twisted. My heart lurched. Alaiz wasn't here in the driveway, not yet, but the shadow of him, the echo of his presence, was enough to ignite the pulse in my veins.

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‎I had no choice. I couldn't stay on the curb, frozen in frustration. I had to see him.

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‎I crossed the street slowly, cautiously, trying not to appear frantic, trying to appear... composed. The closer I got, the more I realized that the shadows themselves seemed to cling to him, shaping the night around him like he owned the dark as much as he owned the day.

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‎And then,nothing.

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‎The balcony emptied. The windows reflected nothing but light, shadows dancing across glass and concrete. I sank to the ground, a whisper escaping my lips. "Where are you?"

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‎I checked my phone again. No missed calls. No messages. Nothing. The emptiness pressed in from all sides. My chest ached, lungs tightening with panic and frustration.

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‎Back at home, the sound of a car rolling through the gates made me flinch. It was Aris and my father. Their car doors slammed. I could hear their voices through the air, sharp with curiosity, tinged with annoyance.

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‎"Where's Meelan?" Aris called.

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‎"She should be here," my father's voice followed. Calm, but underneath it, the unmistakable pulse of concern.

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‎Abi's absence added another layer of panic. Her phone was unreachable. The idea that I was completely alone, untethered, for hours on end made my chest tighten further.

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‎I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe properly. I sank against the wall, the city around me cold and indifferent. And then... I realized he had given me the address. He had explicitly said where to go.

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‎I hadn't wandered. I hadn't miscalculated. I had obeyed, had waited, had followed the rules he set. And yet... nothing.

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‎The streetlights reflected on the pavement, glittering like fragments of the promises I thought I'd received. My thoughts spun........was this punishment? Was this testing me? Or... had something gone wrong?

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‎I hugged my knees tighter. The memory of his voice, low, urgent, full of desire and intention, pressed against my mind. The thought of it combined with his absence now made my chest ache in a way that was more than physical,it was a slow, gnawing, burning ache that refused to leave.

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‎Somewhere in the distance, a car honked. My pulse jumped. My head whipped around, expecting him but no. Just another reminder of the world continuing without regard to the tension in my chest, the hope clawing at my ribs.

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‎I thought about the last conversation. About the call. About the way he had said he couldn't wait to see me. I had believed him, had surrendered to the anticipation, had held my breath, had dressed, had waited. And now... nothing.

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‎The night grew heavier. Every passing minute was a drumbeat against my temples, against my heart, against the fragile hope I clung to.

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‎And then... a distant sound of a car door closing again. Not him. Not yet. But the knowledge that my absence had been noticed finally hit me. Aris and Dad would arrive soon, questions, anger, confusion. Abi unreachable. Alone.

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‎I sank against the pavement, heart hammering, mind racing, body trembling.

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‎The night stretched endlessly. Every shadow, every flicker of light, every sound of the distant city felt magnified, sharpened. The ache in my chest had no name, no relief. The night itself seemed to mock me.

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‎And yet... a part of me couldn't stop thinking about him. About Alaiz. About the words, the voice, the look in his eyes when he had promised he couldn't wait to see me.

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‎By midnight, the emptiness became unbearable. My thoughts spiraled into what-ifs, whys, and fears. I replayed every interaction, every glance, every word. Nothing made sense. Nothing was right. And yet... nothing had stopped the ache either.

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‎I had obeyed. I had waited. I had followed his rules. And still... nothing.

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‎Somewhere far off, lights approached. My father's car, Aris beside him, voices sharp with concern. Questions they would ask, panic they would express. I had no answer.

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‎Abi's absence made me feel untethered. My pulse raced uncontrollably. The city around me was a blur. Every sound was amplified. Every shadow was a threat.

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‎And then,the phone in my pursue vibrated. But it wasn't a call. It wasn't him. Nothing. I pulled it out. No notifications, no messages. Just the silent reminder of abandonment, broken promises, and desire left dangling.

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‎I hugged myself tighter, pressing my forehead against my knees. The world was dark, indifferent, and cruel.

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‎Alaiz hadn't come. He hadn't called. He hadn't even tried to explain.

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‎And now... my father and Aris would be home soon, wondering why I was gone, and I had nothing to tell them.

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‎The night stretched on. My pulse racing, my chest aching, my heart breaking in silent, sharp shards.

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‎And somewhere in the shadows, the memory of his voice, the promise of his presence, whispered through the night.

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‎I didn't move. I couldn't. I just waited any longer .

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‎Nothing had happened. Yet everything had broken.

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