The Edge Of You
My legs completely gave out, turning weak and useless, exactly the way they had in my bedroom a few days ago.
The floor seemed to tilt beneath me. I stumbled forward blindly, my hands slapping hard against the edge of the desk to catch myself.
The heavy wood groaned under my weight as I hung there, my head bowed, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
The lock clicked, and the heavy office door burst open. Marcus rushed inside, his boots thudding against the floor as he took in the sight of me gripping the desk for support.
"Young master!" Marcus called out, his voice sharp with worry as he moved toward me. "Are you okay?"
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