The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of porcelain filled the small café, yet I felt detached from it all. I sat across from Daniel, the man who had come to my rescue not once, but twice. His presence was both reassuring and unsettling, a strange mix of comfort and danger that I couldn’t quite place. I wrapped my hands around the ceramic mug, the warmth seeping into my cold fingers, grounding me in this moment."Thank you, Daniel," I said, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I couldn’t meet his gaze, the intensity of his dark eyes too much to bear. "For saving me. Twice."Daniel’s expression softened, though only slightly. His sharp features remained stoic, but there was a flicker of something—concern, perhaps—in his eyes. "I did what needed to be done," he replied, his tone as calm and controlled as ever. "You don’t need to thank me."The words hung between us, heavy and unspoken truths lingering just beneath the surface. I had so much I wanted to say, questions I wanted
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