You sat alone at the bar when a chill ran down your spine. looked up — Dante Volkov. Cold eyes, unreadable face. he said just one word "Come here." You hesitated… but your body moved. He grabbed your wrist, pulled you onto his lap, and wrapped his arm tightly around you. You think you can run from me? he whispered, holding you close You were trapped — by him, by the past, by everything unspoken
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