EVANSH
It’s been three days since I last saw her, yet my mind refuses to rest. Everywhere I turn, there’s only chaos—her face etched into my thoughts like a flame that won’t burn out. The way she looked at me… God, those eyes. Stubborn, unyielding, defiant. They weren’t the eyes of a woman softened by affection, but of one who saw me as her enemy.
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