THE DOOR
She took in the sight of Mwajuma—the dark, heavily muscled titan wearing the gold-veined iron-shale pauldron, the brutal gauntlet, and the stone collar.
"Mother’s grace," Zuri whispered, her voice a sultry, trembling purr. She set the brush down and stood up, slowly crossing the room. "You look... magnificent. You look like you could break the sky."
Mwajuma felt the familiar, intoxicating rush of heat in her chest. She took a heavy step forward, her massive left hand reaching out to gently cup Zuri’s delicate, copper jaw.
"Chausiku forged it from the stone I pulled from the Bastion," Mwajuma explained, her voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble. "But it is just metal, Zuri. It means nothin
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