LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}
I whisper again, “Good. That’s it. Stay with me. Stay. Don’t leave me.”
His chest rises slightly, faintly, irregularly, but enough. The spark remains, the tether intact, fragile but unbroken. I refuse to loosen my grip. I will not let go. Not now, not ever.
And as I hold him, cradled in my arms, bloodied, bruised, battered but alive, I know that no matter what the system says, no matter what fades, no matter what rules, markers, or alerts disappear, I will be here. I will be the anchor, the tether, the lifeline.
Bab Populer