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CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE — TREMBLE WITH ME
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Monster Can Love Too CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX — THE MAN IN THE DOORWAY
The door opened.Not fast. Not loud. Just wide enough for the light in the hall to cut across the steam-heavy air. The slice of brightness hit the tiled floor, then stretched long, crawling toward them like it wanted to split the room in half.Damien stood there.Not a ghost, not a trick of nerves. His hand still on the handle, his shadow framed in the door like he was carved into it. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t breathe loud enough for anyone to hear.But Noa knew.He knew that posture. That weight. That silence that didn’t ask for answers ripped them out of you.Noa’s chest locked. He felt Alessio tense in front of him, felt the grip at his waist shift from protective to defensive, like he was bracing for impact.Julian’s smirk faltered. Just a flicker, gone so fast someone else might have missed it. Not Noa. He’d memorized every shift of Julian’s face, every sign that the mask slipped.Even Enzo unbothered Enzo, smoke and ice Enzo straightened against the wall. He flicked h
Monster Can Love Too CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE — THE HANDLE TURNS
The silence wasn’t safe.It sat in the room like another body, thick and heavy, thicker than the steam that still clung to the glass, heavier than the heat rolling off skin. It didn’t feel empty at all. It felt crowded, filled with all the things left unsaid, with all the breaths that no one wanted to take too loud, with all the threats hanging in the space between them.Noa’s skin prickled, every hair standing on edge. He felt Alessio’s arm around him solid, anchoring, warm enough to remind him that he wasn’t alone. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. Because across the room, Julian leaned against the wall like he owned it, head tilted back just a little, eyes sharp even in the dimness. And just beside him, Enzo lit another cigarette, the tiny flame breaking the dark for a second before smoke curled up, twisting toward the ceiling as if the air wasn’t already choking them all.The burn of tobacco mixed with the damp heat, made the air thicker, heavier, something you could almost chew
Monster Can Love Too CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR — THROUGH BROKEN GLASS
The cold hit first.Not just a draft of a living thing. It crawled over the floorboards, wrapped around his bare ankles, slid under his skin until even the roots of his teeth ached.Then the weight followed.Julian’s hand was still over Noa’s mouth when the city wind knifed through the broken window. Shards glittered like teeth in the moonlight, each one a tiny blade waiting for someone to step wrong. For a second Noa’s pulse forgot which way to run up, down, anywhere. It just stuttered, caught in his throat like a swallowed scream.“Quiet,” Julian breathed.The word wasn’t a warning. It was a command slick, heavy, and slow as oil slid down the back of his neck.Noa’s fingers twitched toward the lamp. A stupid instinct light, noise, anything to make the room real again. Julian’s other hand caught his wrist mid-air, fingers curving like a trap that didn’t even bother pretending it wasn’t a vice.“You screamed last time,” Julian said, almost conversational. “You don’t get to again.”N
Monster Can Love Too CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE — THE EDGE OF THE KNIFE
The house wasn’t quiet anymore.It breathed. It creaked. It listened.Noa stood in the bedroom doorway, the towel slipping off his hips like even the walls were trying to strip him bare. The air clung to his skin, damp and heavy, the kind that made each breath feel like dragging smoke through a straw. Damien was still in front of him, shoulders squared, a shadow that smelled like rain and smoke like something that didn’t belong in a house but in the moment before a streetlight died. Alessio blocked the hall, blood drying at his knuckles in dark ridges, eyes flat enough to make glass crack without touching it. And behind them both Enzo.The man didn’t knock. Didn’t shout. Just leaned against the banister like it was his throne, one hand curled on the rail, the other loose at his side, as if even gravity wouldn’t dare pull on him too hard.“Didn’t I say,” Enzo murmured, voice low enough that the walls leaned closer, “one way or another?”Alessio turned first, not his whole body, just
Monster Can Love Too CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO — TEETH IN THE SILENCE
The dark had a pulse.Noa could hear it not just in the walls, but somewhere between his ribs, a low and uneven throb that didn’t match his heart. It beat in the plaster, in the floorboards, in the thin seam of air that slid under the locked door. It didn’t sound like electricity; the lights were already gone. It didn’t sound like Alessio’s breathing; that was a slow, deliberate thing, the kind of rhythm you couldn’t trust because it never betrayed its owner.No, this was something else. A sound like a held breath. Like the weight of something coming closer.“Lights,” Alessio muttered.Nothing. The dark stayed thick, patient.A flicker of blue-white his phone screen lit the living room for a second. Just enough for the world to stitch itself back together in shards: the edge of the couch, the half-empty glass sweating on the table, the cracked envelope bleeding its secrets on the armrest like an open wound that refused to clot.And behind it a shape.“You really thought closing a d
Monster Can Love Too CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE — STILLNESS BEFORE THE BLADE
The bathroom felt hollow after they left.No shouts. No footsteps. Just the drip of water sliding off Noa’s jaw, hitting tile like a metronome counting down to something worse. The air was thick with what had been said, heavier still with what hadn’t. The steam clung like something alive, reluctant to fade, turning each exhale into a ghost that hovered too close to his face.Alessio hadn’t moved far. He sat on the closed lid of the sink cabinet, one arm looped over his knee, the other still lazily tracing the steam on the glass. His fingertip left winding trails, half-formed shapes that vanished almost as soon as they appeared. It was almost mocking, the way he didn’t rush to fill the silence. Predators never did. They let the silence settle like a net, then waited to see what flinched first.Noa gripped the edge of the counter. His knuckles stood out pale. His skin felt too thin, every breath scraping the back of his throat, dragging heat with it. The mirror still had that crack runn
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