They argue like it’s war and kiss like it’s the last time. Two cursed heirs with too much history and nowhere else that feels like home — messy, codependent, and unable to stay away.

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The flat smelled like stale cigarettes and something sharp—burnt coffee, maybe, or the ghost of a spell gone wrong. Rain streaked down the window in thin, silver lines, blurring the London skyline into a smear of grey light.

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