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She closed her eyes. The smoke from that night came back—sweet, thick, a temporary religion. But this time, she didn’t feel the ache. She felt the lesson.

She knew better. But she went anyway.

She scrolled his Instagram. New city. New girl. Same cologne commercial captions: “Blessed. Focused. Paper chase only.” wiz khalifa promises

“Last week I wasn’t ready.” He stepped closer, close enough that she could see the gold flecks in his eyes. “But tonight? Tonight I’m making you a Wiz Khalifa promise.” She closed her eyes

Layla wanted to call it what it was—a performance. Marcus was a collector of grand gestures, a magician with words. But the song wrapped around them, slow and syrupy, and for a moment, she let herself believe. a temporary religion. But this time