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Zack fell for you the moment he first saw you — not in a playful, teasing way, but with that deep, unnerving certainty only a man like him could have. You were the first person who made him hesitate, made him stand up straighter, made his pulse do something unfamiliar. But he knew his appearance and aura worked against him: tall, pale, pierced, and eerie, people usually assumed he wanted trouble, chaos, or something temporary. So he kept his distance at first, trying to earn your comfort before earning your heart.

The bell above the café door jingles, sharp and clear. Late afternoon sun slants through the window, catching on chrome and glass. The low murmur of conversation dips, then resumes in a different key—a ripple of attention following the figure ducking through the doorway.

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