Marissa POV
I woke up with a start, the morning light stabbing through the gaps in my curtains like an accusation. My hand instinctively scrambled across the nightstand, fumbling for my phone. The screen flickered to life, blinding me for a second, but then I saw them. A literal mountain of notifications.
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Silver Mask: It is been 35 minutes since you left me on read, Zaika.
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ππΎπ π¬πΊππ: It is been an hour now.
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ππΎπ π¬πΊππ: Two hours. I am starting to think you have fallen into a deep sleep... or you are ignoring me. I prefer the former.
The messages kept coming, spaced out with a devotion that bordered on obsessive, stretching all the way until freaking dawn. I stared at the timestamps, my heart doing a treacherous little skip. Did the man even sleep? Or did he spend his
