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Chapter 50

I prefer silent conversations. Ones where body speaks and heart listens.

-L.E. Bowman.

|A L E E Z A|

My heart raced as Kirill walked me back to my apartment, the air thick with an unspoken tension that seemed to envelop us. Every step felt like a dance, our hands brushing in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. As we entered my apartment, the atmosphere shifted, charged with an electricity that drew us closer, an undeniable force that I couldn't resist.

My fingers traced the intricate design on my arm, only to look up and find him revealing his own ink. "Our thoughts etched in the same ink," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

My breath caught when I saw the tattoo on his arm – a vivid representation of my own eyes. The realization hit us simultaneously, a shared understanding that defied explanation. "How...?" I began, my words trailing off as Kirill's enigmatic smile left the mystery intact.

His eyes, dark
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