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... utterly flustered by the words.
His breath hitched in the hollow of his throat. The sentence felt like both a command and a confession—a gentle invitation wrapped in gravity he wasn’t prepared for.
Azazel—whose very name carried weight in dim rooms, in digital spaces where silence was law and shadows were power—felt suddenly small, startled. Like a machine unplugged. Like an armorer stripped of his armor.
Despite being one of the Mafia boys and a once–number-one hacker, A ...
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