His Straight Pet
He ain’t the scared child I met—he’s a freaking beast now.
The fight’s a mess—monsters all over, my shadows ripping through them, Raymond’s light frying them up. One grabs my arm, claws burrowing in, and it hurts like hell, but Raymond’s there, his light wrapping around me, warm and keen. Our relationship kicks in, power surging through us, and we move as one guy, shadows and light merging into something insane. I tear a monster apart; he burns another, and for a second, I catch his eye—wild, alive, mine.
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