جميع فصول : الفصل

Hailey POVThe word lingers between us.Warmth.It does not belong to the cold architecture that built him.It does not belong to observers who measure civilizations like data sets.It belongs here.To breath.To pulse.To the space between skin and skin.The silver fracture in his iris widens slightly.He blinks.Slow.Almost human.Dylan steps closer to me, not shielding now, but anchoring. His hand remains laced with mine. I can feel the tension in his fingers, the readiness. But he does not pull me back.He is letting me choose.The child lowers his hand from his chest as if unsure what to do with it.“Internal systems destabilizing,” he says, but the tone is different. Softer. Less certain.“You’re not destabilizing,” I tell him. “You’re adapting.”He studies me carefully.“That was not the intended outcome.”“No,” I say. “It never is.”The grid hums around us, low and steady. Not defensive. Curious.The dual heartbeat inside me pulses again. Stronger now. Not threatened.Respond