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[IRAYA]
I stumbled out of bed the next morning feeling like I'd stepped into one of Lyander's twisted schemes—because I had. Everything I thought I'd sorted out—freedom, focus, independence—slipped out of my grasp the moment I woke up to discover my phone missing, my wallet vanished, and a hastily scribbled note waiting on my pillow.
It said:
You're mine. Still.
Check lobby at 9 AM.
Lyander
Nine AM came too soon. I trudged downstairs in pajamas that were accidentally stylish and full of insomnia lines, only to find him leaning against the coat rack with a smug smile and my shoes in his hand.
"Good morning," he greeted, voice soft but with that unmistakable edge. "You wore my shirt yesterday after I… thanks for that."
My pulse quickened. "You—what? I only spilled coffee, not some life‑altering breach of etiquette!"
He grinned. "Iraya Lee, you owe me."
I blinked incredulously. "What? For saving your shirt with napkins?"
