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Who Controls The Obsidian Sons?

Author: dreyxx Ink
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 16:52:38

Elena

The steady beeping of the monitor was the only sound in the room.

I sat there, staring at the bandages wrapped around Thorne’s body, the oxygen mask over his face, the bruises bloomming across his skin like ink stains on paper.

They said the surgery was successful that he would wake up eventually. But no one told me what to do with the storm inside my chest.

He saved me. Again. And I wanted to reciprocate.

Why?

I should have let him burn. I should’ve turned my back and walked into freedom like I always swore I would.

But the moment I saw him beneath that beam, unconscious and surrounded by flames, something in me cracked wide open.

And now, here I am. Sitting by his bedside like some loyal lover. A prisoner to my own war.

“You should be dead,” I whispered, brushing the back of my fingers along his jaw. “You should’ve let go of me.”

But he didn’t. He never does. He holds on like I’m the only thing tethering him to what’s left of his soul.

And maybe that’s the worst part. That
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