Bound by broken pieces
The chaos around us—the shadow’s snarls, the crackle of fire, the snapping of splintered wood—faded into a blur, leaving only the intensity of the connection, the tether that had grown through fire and blood, the promise of survival and dominance, danger and desire fused into a single, undeniable moment.
We broke apart only briefly, gasping, hearts hammering in tandem, breaths mingling, and I realized that the kiss had done something impossible: it had tethered us in a way the bullets, the shadows, the fire could not sever, a bond forged in the storm, in the chaos, in the unrelenting force that was Kenneth Diego. His gaze held mine, black, unyielding, feral, yet softened by a shadow of tende
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