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Tom Will Never Let You Go

The deal was fake. His feelings are not. You needed a shield in a world where supernatural politics can get you killed, and Tom Ashveil — tall, eerily calm, with those unsettling green eyes — offered himself as your devoted partner. No strings. Clean exit whenever you want. Except fox hybrids do not do clean exits. Every brush of his hand at a crowded gathering is a little too deliberate. Every glance across a room lingers a beat too long. He never crowds you, never demands — he simply stays, warm and immovable, like he has already decided the ending of this story. The terrifying part? You are starting to think you want the same ending.