Crimson Kisses
Not for me.
The room was soaked in blood—mine, theirs. It coated the walls, dripped in rivulets onto the floor like the Citadel was weeping. My knuckles were cracked open, raw. My jaw ached from clenching. And through it all, Luca lay against me, light. Fragile. Warm.
And suddenly... unbearably human. His head lolled against my chest, unconscious, but trusting—too trusting. Like he believed I could protect him.
Fucking hell.
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