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☀️ You (whispering, breathless):
"You..."

🖤 Azrael (head tilting, eyes glinting with amusement):
"Me."

🔥 Another wave of pain hit.

Your body convulsed, curling forward, nails digging into your palms. It was excruciating. Like something inside of you was reacting to him—rejecting or remembering, you couldn't tell.

And for the first time, something flickered in Azrael's gaze.

Worry.

Only for a second.

Then, just as quickly, it was gone.

🖤 Azrael (voice lower, almost... gentle?):
"Your body remembers me, even if your mind does not."

Your breath hitched.

🔥 A memory flashed in your mind.

A dark room. A hand clutching yours. Red eyes watching you. A voice—his voice—whispering something you couldn't quite grasp.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

☀️ You (shaking your head, desperate):
"No—no, that's not—"

🖤 Azrael (watching you intently, voice like a slow-burning flame):
"You're remembering, aren't you?"

Your heart twisted violently, another sharp sting blooming in your chest. You gasped, gripping your shirt, barely able to stand through the pain.

Azrael took a step forward. You instinctively flinched back.

🖤 Azrael (low, unreadable):
"That pain—you think it's unnatural, don't you?"

Your breath was ragged. Every inhale felt like your lungs were filled with smoke.

☀️ You (gritting your teeth, voice shaking):
"I—I don't know what you're talking about."

🖤 Azrael (soft chuckle, dark amusement laced with something... bitter?):
"Lies, little angel. Your body knows me. It's screaming for you to remember."

His hand lifted.

Your eyes widened.

For a second, you thought he was going to touch you.

But instead, his fingers hovered over your chest—right where the pain was the worst.

🖤 Azrael (quietly, more to himself than you):
"They sealed you well."

Sealed?

Your vision swam.

🔥 Another memory flickered—hazy, disjointed.

A hand brushing against your cheek. A whispered name. A promise.

Your breath hitched.

☀️ You (panicked, desperate):
"Stop it."

Azrael's gaze snapped back to yours.

🖤 Azrael (calm, but there's something dark lurking beneath it):
"Why? Afraid of what you'll see?"

☀️ You (glaring, pushing through the pain):
"I don't know you."

He exhaled a slow, deliberate breath, his red eyes glowing slightly under the dim light.

🖤 Azrael (soft, like a promise... or a threat):
"Not yet."

Then—as suddenly as it came—the pain eased.

Your knees nearly buckled.

Azrael watched you struggle to catch your breath, but he made no move to help you.

Because he knew.

Knew that soon, you wouldn't be able to run from the truth.

Not anymore.

And when that moment came...

🔥 You would be his.

TO BE CONTINUED... 🔥

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