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Eva.
I woke up before my alarm, already on edge, nerves strung tight. The glow of Julian’s last message haunted me: You’re mine now. I had no idea what that actually meant, or if I even wanted to understand. But I felt it in my bones, all through my morning routine. My hand shook as I zipped up my skirt. I picked the most conservative blouse I owned and still checked the mirror twice to make sure it wasn’t see-through. My skin still ached with phantom bruises from yesterday.
At work, I did everything I could to avoid him. I kept my eyes glued to my screen, answered every email within seconds, and disappeared into the bathroom just to catch my breath. I convinced myself I could pretend nothing happened, be a normal intern for one day. I made it an hour before I felt him watching me fro
