The Devil's Son

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e restaurant. His physique, sculpted and athletic, lingered vividly in her imagination. The memory of his broad sho

eeves of his shirt. The way he carried himself with an effortless grace, hinting at strength and agility, fueled her fa

to redirect her focus. She cha

her manager asked, breaking thr

ity, realizing that she had been unu

with embarrassment. "I got lost in my thoughts fo

her insights and suggestions. However, in the back of her mind, the memory of the encounter