141. SEBASTIAN H. (POV)

The words cut through the air like a blade, and the silence that follows is so dense I can feel it—pressing on my chest, suffocating.

My eyes flick down to her hand, still tracing the rim of the wine glass—slow, provocative, hypnotic. Then I drag my gaze back up, locking onto those dark eyes, gleami...

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