"I found the diary beneath the floorboard-bound in worn leather, smelling faintly of sandalwood and smoke. The first page read: 'This is where I pour the things I cannot say aloud.' And as I read, I realized something terrifying and exquisite. Whoever wrote this... had been watching me." His name was Elias. And the first time we kissed, it wasn't gentle. It was a confession neither of us had the courage to speak out loud. A hunger wrapped in silk. A storm dressed in soft hands and trembling breath. And it changed everything I thought I knew about desire."
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