When Innocence Burns
A scream tore from my lips, sharp and feral, echoing off the high walls.
The door burst open, and there he was. Zacian. Storming in like a force of nature.
Shirtless, his broad chest gleamed under the low light, muscles rippling with every urgent step, a gun gripped in his right hand, barrel pointed low but ready, his jaw set in lethal focus. Those piercing eyes locked on me, scanning for threats before softening just a fraction.
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