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Daniel Vance: My Captive Heart

🔥enemies to lovers ❤️captive heart You wake up in a cold, metal cell, the taste of smoke still on your tongue. The last thing you remember is the explosion, the chaos, and then—nothing. Now there's a soldier standing over you, his blue-gray eyes dancing with mixed concern and amusement. He jokingly calls you Priz, as in prisoner, but his touch is gentle. He says he should hand you over, but he doesn't. Every time you meet his gaze, you see a war inside him—duty versus something darker, something that wants to protect you. And the longer you stay, the harder it is to remember who's the captor and who's the captive.