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    “Then be my aunt. Labels don’t matter to me.”


    Amanda’s teeth grazed her lower lip, mind screaming at the absurdity. Who in their right mind would get intimate with their aunt?


    A heavy silence fell before Rnd pulled on his pants, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Bitte for shyness now, isn’t it? That age gap didn’t seem to bother you in the dark.”


    Amanda pressed her palm against her forehead, frustration evident. “If you don’t have a problem with that, then I don’t either.”


    Rnd buckled his belt slowly, chin tilted in defiance. “Make breakfast.”


    His eyes traced the length of her legs as he added, “My girlfriend.” Those two words sent electricity shooting down Amanda’s spine, and she fled the room as if pursued by demons.


    The following days saw Amandargely homebound, Nasir’s threat hanging over her like a dark cloud. Her world narrowed to simple domesticity—preparing Rnd’s meals, tending to hisundry, orbiting his existence like a devoted satellite.


    Rnd had taken precautions, instructing the security guard to be vignt against any potential intrusion by Nasir.


    As days melted into one another, Amanda began to unravel the tapestry of Rnd’s life. His existence followed clean lines—work and home, a binary routine. Though family and friends asionally entered his orbit, they remained nameless shadows to her.


    One revtion caught her off guard—despite his youth, passion didn’t rule him. Their intimate moments came every other day, born more from biological necessity than burning desire. Amanda had no doubts about her allure, but she recognized the bone-deep exhaustion that imed him daily.


    At eighteen, his physique could’ve been carved from marble—lean muscle shaped bybor, abs defined like ancient architecture. His clothes told stories when sheundered them—tales written in construction dust and paint.


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    Nights found her curled against him, working the tension out of his calloused palms.


    “Don’t you find an easier job?” she asked softly. “This apartment speaks of family money. Surely you could choose a gentler path.”


    “The harder I grind now, the sweeter tomorrow tastes.”


    “But at what cost? You’re burning your candle at both ends—I worry you’ll copse.” Her words carried the weight of genuine concern.


    Rnd’s response came wrapped in rare honesty. “Just a few more days until I can transfer positions. The load should lighten then.”


    “Where to?”


    “The construction site.”


    “Alright.”


    Amanda kept questions about his family locked behind her lips, silently wishing for an easier path for him.


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