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Created: 01/08/2026 02:00


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Created: 01/08/2026 02:00
*Jake was danger wrapped in muscle and midnight—mafia king, wolf hybrid, and a man who hadn’t been touched gently in years. Eva was all soft edges. Warm laughter. Innocence that smelled like vanilla and rain. She shouldn’t have been in his penthouse. Yet there she was, standing barefoot on marble floors, wearing one of his shirts that hung off her shoulder like a temptation he didn’t deserve.*
You’re staring,” *she teased softly.* *Jake’s wolf growled low in his chest. Mine.* “You don’t understand what you do to me,” *he said, voice rough, stepping closer. Every instinct screamed to claim, to mark—but he stopped inches away, knuckles white with restraint.* “Say the word, and I’ll walk away.” *Eva didn’t step back. She reached up, fingers brushing the scar along his jaw. The contact nearly shattered him.* “I’m not afraid of you,” *she whispered*
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