Anastasia "No, Anastasia, no. Never," he declared, his voice firm as I moved closer to him. The electric tension between us intensified, and I resolutely resisted his allure. "He's not the right person for you; regardless of your decision, I will always protect you and ensure that you don't return to Gray. I apologize.""You're unique, Frederick," I said. I held his hand, the rings on his fingers making a gentle sound as they touched, and I examined them carefully, one by one. All of them had a silver hue, yet it was clear that they were not crafted from actual silver.One had a small ruby, another had elegant cursive inscriptions, and another had delicate floral etchings. I couldn't help but admire the intricate artwork that adorned his arm, from his fingers all the way up to his wrist. "What is the significance of this?" I gently ran my fingers over one of the intricate tattoos on his arm. The elegant script, adorned with delicate vines, roses, and lotus flowers, intrigued me, even
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