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The sky stretched wide and endless above the school terrace, painted in gentle hues of blue and soft cotton clouds-too peaceful for the kind of chaos these three usually carried around.
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Asher Miller × Tristan Gray. Hate him. Want him. Can't resist him. Step-brothers. Rivals. Forbidden desire. Some rules weren't made to be followed...
I used to think my rebellion was my shield — 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 doesn’t look at me like I’m a problem to solve. He looks at me like I’m a secret he intends to keep.
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