Kiss of Ruin
I could feel his heart pounding—loud, furious, alive.
“I told you, Elara. I’ll burn the world for you.” he said, voice rough but steady.
And tonight, he did.
Damian’s POV (after)
We stood there while the men wrapped up—bodies moved, silencers collected, radios calling statuses. No sirens yet; my reach could buy time but not forever. The smell of gunpowder clung to our clothes, to my hair.
She looked at my hands—smeared red—and for a second I saw the question in her eyes: How much will you destroy, Damian, before there’s nothing left?
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