KATERINA'S POV
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The soft, unanticipated knock on the door sent ripples of surprise through the quiet atmosphere of my room. With cautious curiosity, I turned the doorknob, revealing Nathaniel's figure standing there, just beyond the threshold. As he stepped inside, his presence seemed to fill the room, and an undeniable sense of concern emanated from him like a strong energy.
Nathaniel's usual composure appeared slightly frayed, evident in the subtle furrowing of his brows and the tension that seemed to reside in his shoulders. The weight of the world seemed to rest on him as he walked across the threshold, as if he carried an invisible burden that burdened both his physical and emotional being. His eyes, typically calm and clear, now held a glimmer of wor
