HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION
"Don't let me be a 'Result' for a dead man. Make me yours here. In the dirt. In the real air."
The encounter was emotionally messy and devastatingly intense. It wasn't the high-octane collision of the digital core, but a slow, agonizing, and overwhelming reclamation. In the shadow of the dry fountain, Ivy surrendered to the ruin of her master. She climbed into his lap, her young body a stark, beautiful contrast to his frailty, her silk robe falling open to reveal the silver marks that were finally beginning to fade into real, human bruises.
"Explicitly," she sobbed against his neck, inhaling the scent of antiseptic and old books. "Tell me you don't regret the cage. Tell me you’d do it all ag
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