Bound by broken pieces
Kenneth’s gaze met mine, black, unyielding, feral, and the words he spoke were a command, a tether, a promise: “Do not move. Not now. Not ever. And whatever happens, stay with me.”
I nodded, trembling, chest heaving, every fiber of my being screaming both fear and desire, because in that moment, I understood with absolute clarity that I was irrevocably bound to this man, this storm, this violence, and that nothing, not bullets, not men, not fire could sever the connection forged in blood and chaos.
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