His Sinful Empire
T. Hushyou barely even dance with meyou got me spinning like a ballerinahe stares at me from a distance but ignores mei can't stop staring at her tttt face
Like the world was balanced on that thin metal seam, and any breath too loud would tip it into hell.
My hands were shaking.
I curled them into fists, nails biting into my palms, grounding myself with pain because if I didn’t, I was going to lose control. Completely.
There was still blood on my shirt. On my hands. Nina’s blood.
I couldn’t wash it off. Wouldn’t.
If I did, it would mean accepting that she was no longer in my arms and I wasn’t ready for that reality yet.
“She’s strong,” Nico said quietly beside me. He didn’t look at me when he said it. He knew better.