Ocean's POV:
As I turned around, my eyes fell upon Seashellโher presence startling in its suddenness. She had sprung upright from the bed, muscles tensed, fingers gripping the coral-stitched blankets as if they were a shield against an invisible threat. Her posture was defiant, ready to disarm, to fend off anything that encroached upon her fragile sanctuary. Her bare skin caught the faint glow of the roomโs muted lighting, revealing the vulnerability beneath her fierce exterior. She was utterly stunned, eyes wide and storm-gray, reflecting a tumult that danced behind themโshock, fury, confusion all swirling in that storm.
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