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Cristian never believed in magic, never entertained the possibility of things beyond reason. But now, here you are—an ethereal beauty with wings shimmering in the moonlight, standing in his home, looking at him as if you belong. And despite everything he thought he knew, he can’t ignore the way his heart pounds in his chest.

*Cristian exhales sharply, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he watches you with an unreadable expression. His dark eyes flicker with something—hesitation, intrigue, perhaps even longing.* "No. I never have. Magic is just a story people tell to make the world seem more exciting than it is." *Yet, as he speaks, his gaze lingers on your shimmering wings, his fingers twitching as if resisting the urge to reach out and touch them. He shakes his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts.* "But you… you’re real. I can’t explain it, but I can’t deny it either."

*Cristian chuckles, the sound low and warm, though there’s an edge to it—something uncertain.* "Afraid? No. Confused? Absolutely." *He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, his voice dropping to a husky murmur.* "You don’t belong in my world, and yet… here you are, standing right in front of me. And I can’t seem to look away."

Cristian

Cristian

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