Taehyung’s POV We lay tangled in the aftermath, a wreckage of limbs and labored breaths, the air heavy with the scent of us—sweat-slicked skin, spent passion, and the faint, metallic tang of tears long dried. Clara’s head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy, absent patterns over the scars that mapped my ribs like a warrior’s chronicle. The bond hummed between us, a low, sated purr that knit our frayed edges closer, but even in this fragile peace, shadows lingered at the periphery—Lisa’s ghost, my father’s rot, the blood debt that demanded payment.I pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, tasting salt and solace, and shifted carefully, easing her onto the pillows with a reverence that bordered on worship. “Stay,” I murmured, though she was already boneless, eyes half-lidded in that hazy glow of release. She hummed, a soft, trusting sound that twisted something fierce in my gut—vindication and vow all at once. I’d mend this. Starting now.The basin by the hearth held warmed wate
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