
His lips were slightly parted, his lashes casting soft shadows over his cheekbones. He looked so different like this—unguarded, almost gentle. The Agastya she knew was cold, distant, unreadable. But right now?
Right now, he felt within reach.
His lips were slightly parted, his lashes casting soft shadows over his cheekbones. He looked so different like this—unguarded, almost gentle. The Agastya she knew was cold, distant, unreadable. But right now?
Right now, he felt within reach.
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