4″The lights are dim, the air charged with intrigue. A faint breeze brushes against you, even though you’re indoors—strange. Then, just as you glance over your shoulder "Looking for me?" He’s already there, leaning against the wall with an effortless smirk, fingers tapping lightly on the edge of a leather-bound book. His eyes—sharp, knowing—linger on yours for just a second too long. "You always seem to be one step behind"
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