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Fifty-Five: In The Space Between Us

Author: J.V.Noel
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-01 12:17:04

Lillium Roosevelt

The sun was just beginning to dip behind the taller buildings when I pushed open the door to my apartment, its hinges groaning softly like they were just as tired as I felt. The warm orange light spilled through the windows and painted lazy streaks on the hardwood floor.

I shut the door behind me, sliding the lock back into place, and dropped my keys into the ceramic dish near the entryway. My coat came off next, draped over the edge of the chair with little care. I hadn't stopped thinking all day—about Donny, about everything—and now that I was finally home, I expected the silence to greet me.

Instead, I was met with a crisp crunch.

My head snapped toward the sound.

Dominus stood in the kitchen, casually leaning against the counter like he hadn’t been half-dead in my living room not long ago. One ankle crossed over the other. Shirtless still—because of course—and an apple in his hand like some kind of smug, dangerous domestic fantasy. His tattoos caught the light, e
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