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NOT WHERE YOU THINK IT IS
Author: Slytherin_Era
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"Why does it feel like no matter what I choose… something always slips out of my hands?"

Christian’s voice was low, almost a murmur to himself as he stood alone near the balcony.

The evening air brushing faintly against his face while the distant lights of the estate stretched endlessly before him, yet none of it seemed capable of settling the storm quietly building inside him.

The room behind him was silent.

Aurora had left some time ago.

The warmth that had filled the space earlier had faded,
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  • NOT WHERE YOU THINK IT IS

    "Why does it feel like no matter what I choose… something always slips out of my hands?"Christian’s voice was low, almost a murmur to himself as he stood alone near the balcony.The evening air brushing faintly against his face while the distant lights of the estate stretched endlessly before him, yet none of it seemed capable of settling the storm quietly building inside him.The room behind him was silent.Aurora had left some time ago.The warmth that had filled the space earlier had faded, leaving behind something more complicated, something he had not yet decided how to name.His fingers tightened slightly against the railing.Too many things, too many directions, too many responsibilities pulling at him all at once.Before he could sink deeper into those thoughts, a faint shift in the air behind him made him pause.Not a sound.... Not a presence anyone else would notice, but he did, because he knew it.Slowly, he turned and there Ezra stood silently while watching.For a brief

  • THAT'S IT?

    "Why are you so quiet…?" Aurora’s voice came out softer than usual, carrying a faint trace of hesitation as she lay still, her gaze fixed on the ceiling for a few seconds longer before slowly turning her head toward him.The morning light spilling gently across the room and making everything feel calmer… yet somehow more complicated than before.Christian was already awake, lying beside her silently without uttering a word.His eyes were open, though he wasn’t looking at her at first, as if he had been awake long enough to gather his thoughts but not enough to decide what to do with them."I could ask you the same thing," he replied after a moment, his voice sounded calm, though not as steady as it usually was.Aurora shifted slightly, pulling the sheet closer around herself without realizing it, her fingers gripping the edge lightly as she avoided his gaze for a brief second.'That’s because…" she began, then stopped, letting out a small breath before trying again. "This is… a littl

  • DON'T REGRET IT LATER

    "Shall I…?" Aurora’s voice was softer than before, no longer carrying the playful boldness she usually hid behind, as she hovered above him, her hands resting lightly against his chest, her gaze fixed on his face as if searching for something deeper than permission.Christian did not answer immediately, he simply looked at her.Not at her lips, not at the closeness between them, but at her eyes, because for the first time since she had walked into his room, there was no teasing there.No mischief either, only something quieter.... Something more real.His hand lifted slowly, not to pull her closer, but to stop her, his fingers gently wrapping around her wrist, firm enough to pause her, yet not forceful enough to push her away.Aurora stilled, for a second her breath caught slightly, her gaze dropping to his hand for a brief second before returning to his face.The silence between them stretched, heavy and unavoidable.Christian’s voice, when it came, was low and steady."Is this what

  • I DO

    "Do you always enter someone’s room without their permission… or is this a special privilege you reserved only for yourself?" Christian’s voice came from behind, calm and steady, yet carrying a quiet sharpness that made Aurora pause mid-step as her fingers lightly traced the edge of a neatly arranged shelf, her gaze taking a look at the room that felt less like a bedroom and more like a carefully designed space where every detail had a special intention.She turned slowly.For a brief moment, she simply looked at him.Then her lips curved."An architectural student is always an architect," she said, her tone light as her gaze moved around once more. "Even your room feels like a blueprint… everything placed with purpose, isn't it?" Christian closed the door behind him without breaking eye contact, his expression unchanged as he stepped further inside."And you’re avoiding my question," he replied.Aurora tilted her head slightly."Do I need permission to enter your room?" she asked c

  • WHERE EXACTLY IS IT GOING?

    "Are you out of your mind…?"Christian sighed, his voice was low, controlled, yet carrying a faint edge of disbelief as he looked at Aurora, his brows drawing together just slightly while the noise of the party continued around them as if nothing unusual had just been said.Aurora did not look the least bit embarrassed.Instead, she smiled, not shyly or hesitantly, but calmly, as if what she had just whispered was the most natural thing in the world."Why do you always react like that?" she asked lightly, tilting her head just a fraction. "I only said what I truly want."Christian exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as if trying to process whether he should take her seriously or dismiss it entirely."You have a strange habit," he said, his tone steady but laced with mild frustration. "You say the most unexpected things… at the most unexpected times." Aurora’s smile widened slightly. "But that’s when people are the most honest unlike the people who waste time on sugarcoati

  • WHAT REQUEST?

    "Why does it feel like this place has turned into a grand stage overnight… are we hosting a celebration party or conducting a political gathering?" Christian’s voice carried a faint trace of amusement as he stood at the top of the wide staircase, his gaze sweeping across the Sargent mansion’s grand hall that was now filled with distinguished guests, soft lights reflecting against polished floors, and quiet conversations weaving through the air like an unspoken network of power and observation.Tonight was not just a gathering, it was a statement, and everyone present knew it.The announcement of him becoming the CEO had already spread, and this gathering, though presented as a celebration, was nothing less than a declaration of position, influence, and control, and as Christian descended the steps with calm composure, every pair of eyes subtly shifted toward him, measuring, acknowledging, and in some cases… reassessing."Stand straight," Betty muttered under her breath as she adjuste

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