The taxi rolled to a stop just outside the rusted iron gates.she stepped out into the soft drizzle, her boots crunching the gravel. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself, one hand gripping the handle of her suitcase. Ahead of her loomed the mansion — Ashvale Manor — quiet and massive, like it had been waiting for her.Her house now. At least, on paper.“You sure about this, miss?” the cab driver called out, keeping his engine running.She glanced back and gave a quick smile. “Yeah. I’ve seen worse.”Total lie. Nothing about this felt normal. The massive oak doors groaned open before she could knock.A man stood in the doorway.Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair, slick from the mist. Dressed in black from collar to boots. Everything about him said stone—solid, silent.She didn’t speak right away. Neither did he.His eyes locked onto her face like he was still trying to make sense of what he saw.She offered a polite smile. “Good evening.”His expression didn’t shift. “You’re here
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-24
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