RUDRANSH
The air in my office felt stagnant, heavy with a silence that I wasn't used to. I sat behind my desk, but my eyes weren't on the reports or the city lights beginning to flicker outside. My mind was back at the airport terminal, replaying the moment Vaan walked away. I could still feel the phantom pressure of him in my arms—the way he always seemed to fit perfectly against me, as if he were designed for that very spot.
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