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Dedication

When every instinct in your body screams to hate him—

To fear him, to run from him—

But his touch? His gaze? His unbearable, all-consuming presence?

They pull you in deeper—dragging you straight into the abyss of him.

It doesn’t matter if he’s the devil or a sinner.

It doesn’t matter if he’s the villain of every nightmare.

Because when he owns you—mind, body, and soul—

Hating him is impossible.

And falling for him? Damn near inevitable.

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