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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE — THE EDGE OF THE KNIFE
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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
Monster Can Love Too CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN — THREE IN THE HEAT
The doorway was a blade.Not just a frame, not just an exit it sliced the steam in half, split the moment wide open. Every droplet in the room seemed to pause mid-air when he appeared.Damien leaned against it, one shoulder propped like he owned the threshold. Rain still dripped from his hair, beads trailing down the side of his neck, catching in the open collar of his shirt. Half unbuttoned. Half untamed. His eyes cut through the haze like a searchlight, steady, cold, almost amused.“You two look busy,” he said, voice of a lazy threat dressed in silk.Noa froze.Still slick. Still caught between them Julian on his left, Alessio on his right, both of them half-kneeling, half-hard, their breath thick enough to taste. His own chest was rising too fast, too shallow. He was the stage, they were the audience, and Damien was the critic who had just walked in mid-scene.“Damien” Noa started.“Quiet.”One word. Soft. Barely louder than the hiss of water. But it shut the room down like a switc
Monster Can Love Too CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN — THREE IN THE HEAT
The doorway was a blade.Not just a frame, not just an exit it sliced the steam in half, split the moment wide open. Every droplet in the room seemed to pause mid-air when he appeared.Damien leaned against it, one shoulder propped like he owned the threshold. Rain still dripped from his hair, beads trailing down the side of his neck, catching in the open collar of his shirt. Half unbuttoned. Half untamed. His eyes cut through the haze like a searchlight, steady, cold, almost amused.“You two look busy,” he said, voice of a lazy threat dressed in silk.Noa froze.Still slick. Still caught between them Julian on his left, Alessio on his right, both of them half-kneeling, half-hard, their breath thick enough to taste. His own chest was rising too fast, too shallow. He was the stage, they were the audience, and Damien was the critic who had just walked in mid-scene.“Damien” Noa started.“Quiet.”One word. Soft. Barely louder than the hiss of water. But it shut the room down like a switc
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