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Emo was a cute affectation no longer in this man’s repertoire. After being haunted by dark magic, Rohan’s features glinted harsh in the moonlight and his normally gold eyes were tinged with black threads, their depths frozen into fathomless pools. His body was leaner, sharper, and his clothes hung off a frame forged with a ruthless determination to survive. My boyfriend had gone into the flames and emerged a deadly blade.
Snowflake had left the building.
He planted himself at my shoulder, having my back as always, but didn’t touch me.
As much as I yearned to, I didn’t reach out and smooth away the purple circles under his eyes or kiss him until his stony expression cracked and he put his arms around me, burying his face in my hair. I got the impression that one tender gesture would s
