Silence wasn’t peaceful. It was suffocating. Sharp. Deafening. The kind of silence that meant someone was either dead or about to be. Noa woke up gasping, throat full of smoke and lungs on fire, ash clinging to his lips like soot from a last prayer. Everything burned. His skin, his eyes, his chest especially his chest. Not from the explosion, but from the fact that the body he’d thrown himself over wasn’t moving.“Alessio,” he rasped, coughing hard enough to see stars. “Alessio fuck baby, wake up”He shoved rubble off his splinters, shattered metal, twisted steel plates and his palms burned against the debris, the pain sharp and real, but it kept him grounded. Alive. Just barely.The dock was in pieces. Flames licked the edges of the wreckage. The entire warehouse had folded inward like a funeral pyre. And there, half-buried under what was left of a rusted container, Alessio’s body was curled, bleeding, still.“No, no, no” Noa dragged himself across splintered beams, his hands shaking
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