VELVET CONTROL
And the man who had proposed to me on the rooftop was still fighting — for control, for me, and for the future we refused to let anyone take away.
We had nine hours.
Nine hours to break the system.
Nine hours to destroy Charles’s shadow empire.
Nine hours to prove that love — real, messy, defiant love — was stronger than any code ever written.
Shawn pulled me onto the couch as the sun set, his body trembling against mine. His hand slid under my robe, fingers stroking me with slow, deliberate precision, keeping me on the edge for what felt like hours.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips, voice thick with emotion. “Not the programming. Not the anchor. You.”
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