Dark Allegiance
The moment the lock engaged, the mask completely shattered.
The room was exactly as he had left it a pristine capsule of a life that no longer belonged to him. His favorite art books were still lined up neatly on the shelves, his sketchbooks rested on the desk, the soft afternoon sunlight streamed through the sheer white curtains, and the faint, nostalgic scent of lavender and clean linen filled the air. It was the room of a boy who was safe. A boy who had never known the heavy, suffocating weight of a man’s anger. A boy who had never been pinned to a cold marble counter and broken into pieces.
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