Then, there came a man who had chiseled physique, every muscle sculptured like greek god. The way he moved confident and smooth and strongly magnetic.
When he saw lio sleeping in that room, his face turned red with rage.
It is because the man mistook the room as his.
When he was going toward lio with anger, his men's stopped him saying that he mistook the room and he should go to the next one.
But something echoed inside his mind that led him to go near lio.
Lio was laying there, completely still, lost in dreams. The soft rise and fall of his chest, the way the light danced across his features—it was like time slowed just for this moment. His lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and there was something peaceful, almost sacred, about the way he rested. He couldn’t look away. His heart swelled with something quiet but undeniable, something warm and overwhelming. He didn’t even know when it happened, only that in watching him sleep, he'd fallen—completely, silently, and hopelessly in love.
He had never experienced this feeling before in life.
Zavrus(Ml)
Who are you? To make my heart beat fast like this?
Zavrus(Ml)
He just stayed there looking at the figure of lio peacefully.
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Sky blue
I'm addicted to this book, please don't stop writing!
2025-05-13
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