One evening, as Y/N read aloud from a worn volume of poetry, Volkovâs hand brushed against hers. A tremor ran through him. "Camille" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion "your touch⌠it's familiar, yet⌠different." Y/Nâs breath hitched. The moment of truth had arrived. The carefully constructed façade threatened to crumble. Would he see through her deception? Or would their love, born in shadows and nurtured by lies, find a way to bloom in the light?
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