Sana and I were walking toward our class, sunlight filtering through the open windows as students buzzed past us in groups. I had my hands tucked into my hoodie pocket, half-listening to Sana ramble about her mother catching her watching K-dramas at 2 AM again.
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I used to think my rebellion was my shield β a wall built high enough to keep everyone out, to make me look untouchable, unaffected, impossible to read. It was easier that way. Safer that way. But that was before Damian Blackwood stepped into my life. My professor. A man with sharp eyes, a colder voice, and the kind of control that makes silence feel dangerous. It was just fear wearing a prettier face. Because Damian Blackwood doesnβt look at me like Iβm a problem to solve. He looks at me like Iβm a secret he intends to keep.
Asher Miller Γ Tristan Gray. Hate him. Want him. Can't resist him. Step-brothers. Rivals. Forbidden desire. Some rules weren't made to be followed...
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