The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

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Chapter 15

The proximity was intoxicating. Unlike their distant encounter across the stage, Luigi could now detect subtle details that sent shivers of recognition down his spine–the faint jasmine scent that had haunted his dreams for a year, even the staccato rhythm of her pulse visible at her neck.

Each familiar element heightened his impossible suspicion.

Her deliberate silence felt strategic rather than shy. No other dancer in the company maintained this careful muteness–only her.

tentative motion, he reached toward her mask, his usually steady hand betraying a slight tremor. The closer he got, the more

had expected his typical reaction to being ignored–a flash of entitlement, then dismissal. The Luigi Maggiore she had known would have scoffed at her silence and walked away, his infamous impatience with “time–wasters” sending him

silence as her best defense, never imagining he would simply reach for the

pearlescent surface,

seemed inevitable, a sharp ringtone sliced

visible reluctance, reaching for his phone

In grave concerni

news came through transformed his expression from intense