
“The cherry does not question its roots—it blooms where it is meant to stand.”
- A Cornatian Proverb
Evelyn's POV

“The cherry does not question its roots—it blooms where it is meant to stand.”
- A Cornatian Proverb
Evelyn's POV
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As she turned the corner, she froze. A deep voice brushed against her ear. “Do you really think you can escape me, jaan?” Her breath hitched. His warmth was too close. Too familiar. Too dangerous. “Come here,” he murmured, his voice low, controlled… inescapable. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. “Adi…” she whispered. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. He pulled her into his arms—and just like that, every wall she had built began to crumble. His gaze dropped to the mark on her neck. His name. Still there. Still his. Her pulse faltered as his lips brushed against her skin, and everything she had buried deep inside began to rise again— slow… dangerous… unfinished. And then— he…



HIM I used to be a heartless man. But that changed the moment I laid eyes on her—when my heart skipped a beat for the very first time. Her purity, her innocence… they captivate me. I've never been so drawn to anyone before. I’ve known models, chased perfection, but she’s different. A good kind of different. She’s my best friend’s sister. But all I know is— She’s mine. Only mine. --- HER I’ve never seen a man more attractive than him. His hazel eyes are both captivating and intimidating. Every time I catch a glimpse of him, my heart flutters uncontrollably. Aside from my brother, he’s the first male friend I’ve ever had. He’s kind, gentle, and unexpectedly lovely. They say he’s heartless. But I know better. I’ve seen glimpses of the soft heart he hides beneath his tough exterior. And with each passing day... My feelings for him only grow.

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