SCENE 1: THE CHURCH THAT BLED
POV: Eli Mercer | Location: St. Marrow’s Abandoned Church | Time: 9:45 AM
The morning cracked open like a wound. Sunlight spilled in narrow beams through shattered stained glass. Dust floated like ghosts.
Eli stood inside the ruined chapel where he and Jayce had once kissed at sixteen, hearts still unarmed. The wooden pews were rotted. The altar crooked.
He remembered Jayce’s breath on his lips. How silence used to mean safety.
Now it meant death.
He was here to meet Naomi.
She walked in, boot heels echoing on stone. “This place stinks of confession,” she said.
Eli didn’t turn. “We all got sins. Mine’s still breathing.”
She handed him a folder. Inside: intel on Rico Vega’s next move. A port drop. Guns, maybe bodies.
She grinned. “Want to take your man back? Bleed for it.”
Eli’s hands trembled.
“Why me?” he asked.
Naomi’s eyes softened. “’Cause you’re the only one who loved him enough to leave. And that’s the same kind of love that comes back ready to burn.”
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SCENE 2: A KINGDOM OF THREADS
POV: Jayce Navarro | Location: Navarro Estate — Private Suite | Time: 12:00 PM
Jayce sat in front of a cracked mirror, cutting his own hair. No barbers. No pretense. Just scissors, steam, and pain.
Mama Inez entered without knocking. “You look like you preparing for a funeral.”
“I am,” Jayce murmured.
“Hers or yours?”
He didn’t answer.
She lit a candle. The scent of clove and cinnamon filled the air. “I saw him. The boy you let die. He’ll come back. Not in dreams. In consequence.”
Jayce stared into the mirror.
“He’s already here,” he said.
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SCENE 3: GUNS DON’T LIE, BUT BULLETS CAN
POV: Dual (Jayce & Eli) | Location: East Port Terminal | Time: 9:15 PM
Rain turned the docks into mirrors. Trucks rumbled, crates shifted, and guards checked shadows.
Jayce stood behind a stack of crates, pistol in hand.
Eli crouched beside him. Breathing shallow. Gun loaded. Safety off.
“They move, we fire,” Jayce said.
Eli nodded.
But when the van door opened, and Rico Vega stepped out holding a child hostage—everything shattered.
Jayce froze.
The girl looked no older than eight.
Eli whispered, “You promised no innocents.”
Jayce growled, “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Rico smiled from across the loading bay.
“You love him?” he called. “Then let’s see what love makes you shoot.”
Time slowed.
Jayce raised the gun.
Eli whispered, “Don’t.”
Jayce fired anyway.
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SCENE 4: THE SOFTEST BULLET
POV: Eli Mercer | Location: Warehouse Interior | Time: 9:27 PM
Screams rang out. The girl fell—but not from a bullet. Rico had pushed her aside. Jayce’s shot hit him in the thigh.
Chaos exploded.
Eli ran toward the child. Scooped her up. Blood on her, but not hers.
Gunfire. Sirens. Shadows shifting.
By the time the dust cleared, Jayce stood over Rico, gun to his temple.
Eli shouted, “Don’t. Not like this.”
Jayce looked back. Eyes not red with rage, but wet with grief.
“I don’t know how to be anything but this,” he said.
Eli walked forward. Took the gun from Jayce’s hand. Pressed his forehead to his.
“Then let me teach you.”
They stood there.
Broken. Whole. Terrified.
Together.
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SCENE 5: A BULLET CALLED LOVE
POV: Jayce Navarro | Location: Eli’s Apartment | Time: 3:12 AM
Jayce sat on the edge of the bed.
Eli lay behind him. Silent.
He turned slowly. “Do you still love me?”
Eli: “Yes. But it’s not the soft kind.”
Jayce: “I wouldn’t know what to do with that anyway.”
They kissed.
Not like fire.
Like healing.
Hands moved slow. Lips whispered names. Bodies found rhythm in forgiveness.
The kind of sex that makes ghosts cry.
After, Jayce traced Eli’s spine like he was drawing a new map of home.
“Tomorrow,” Jayce said, “I’m giving up the estate.”
Eli blinked. “You serious?”
Jayce: “I want to build something new. With you. For us.”
Eli pulled him closer. “Then promise me this.”
Jayce: “Anything.”
Eli: “No more bullets for love.”
Jayce kissed his shoulder.
And for the first time in years… meant it.
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