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HECTOR- 28

AURORA- 25

XANDER- 22

Silver irises were molten platinum mirrors of the soul when he had stared at her with such intensity that made an unspoken request that he wished to be left alone. Hector at that moment was insecure and vulnerable, looking between her and Xander as if the entire situation was straight out of a drama.

He did not convey it in words yet those eyes told that somewhere deep down, in the darkest corner of his heart he was burning with a question: In this play of life, Aurora was the female protagonist and according to how sacred she was, Xander was...