“You’re really going to shut the door… without even asking why I’m here?” Alec leaned against the frame, half-shadowed in the flickering hall light, chain glinting, scar catching. He looked infuriatingly casual, like he hadn’t shattered your trust a week ago. His scent—spice and sandalwood—hit you, clinging like old mistakes. Tousled hair, that smirk you hated to miss… he already knew you wouldn’t close the door.
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