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Cold night air streamed in, sharp and invigorating after the stifling heat of the tunnels. We stepped out into an alley, a narrow one covered with broken glass spilled across its floor. The city loomed above us, neon lights blinking against the dark sky. Sirens howled somewhere in the distance. The stranger stood before me. "There is a haven three blocks away. But the second we step out onto the street, the whole city will be looking at us. Your choice: leave now, or stay here and die." I adjusted my grip on Cassian. His lifeless weight tugged me downward, but I hardened my resolve. "Take me there."

asked Luna confused when she saw her two best friends acting strangely. As Luna looked towards the door, she froze in a cold sweat. Luna immediately fell on the sofa seeing Sam's presence. "I still can't understand why you can trust a photo that you got from a stranger so easily," Sam muttered with tears in his eyes. Luna didn't answer, she was too confused about how to react. Anger, pain, and disappointment returned to creep into her heart. "You didn't even bother asking me if the photo was real or not. If you loved me, instead of running away, you should have come to see me make sure!" Sam said again softly.

But now he had Damien, his sweet boy who loved him completely. ‎ ‎As Eli leaned his head against the shower wall, his thoughts drifted to the mysterious stranger from years ago. The man could have been an assassin, an organ harvester, or even the devil himself—Eli had no idea. But he couldn't deny the effect the stranger had on him. He found himself thinking about how he hadn't hated himself when the stranger’s fingers traced patterns on his skin. He had arched into the feather-light touches, a feeling of being owned washing over him. The stranger's deep growls and the humiliating names he whispered—"cum dump," "cock slut," "pretty little whore"—had a strange, potent effect on Eli, making hi

The stranger's form was as vulnerable as a wounded animal, his breathing labored, his presence a testament to the blurred lines of compassion and conflict. Kenru's eyes narrowed as he examined the scene, his gaze shifting between the stranger's injuries and my guilt-ridden expression. The silence stretched on, broken only by the stranger's uneven breaths. It was a standoff of emotions and unspoken truths, a clash of loyalties and moral compasses. "Who is he?" Kenru's voice was like ice, cutting through the charged atmosphere. My voice quivered as I answered, "I don't know his name. He's from the enemy camp."

I screamed. “The stranger looked at me his eyes widening before glancing at Mina. He stared at her intently, he must find her beautiful. Because she is but she is taken and Blaze would probably kill him. I thought to myself. “Yea, I don’t think law men, beat on defenseless women. That’s fuck boy pussy motha fucka type shit to me. If they are indeed criminals we will wait on your peoples to come and escort them to jail.” The stranger said, crossing his arms over his chest leaning back in the chair like he got all the time in the world. “Listen you either get the fuck out of here or we will beat your ass and then you will get buried out there.” The man came to stand in front of the strangers f

he spoke with utmost pain in his voice. After talking for a few more minutes, still, without facing me, that man said," I need to leave. Have a great time." and he was about to move. "....sometimes one feels free speaking to a stranger than to people whom they know. Why is that?" I asked. Without turning back he replied, " Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as they wish them to see." And he left. Until that moment I had not understood that this was the story of lonely people. That this was the story about absence and loss.

‎ ‎The furniture was near and cold, like it was placed to be look at. ‎ ‎A stranger was sitting on a chair, closer to my bed. Leaning on the chair as if he owns the hotel. He was watching me and relaxing in a way that made my heart beat faster. ‎ ‎He looked awake. ‎ ‎Too awake. ‎Like he was waiting for me to wake up. ‎ ‎" who are you" I ask my voice being low. ‎ ‎He raised his eyebrows sightly, you don't remember. ‎ ‎I swallowed and pushed myself up, they movement sent headache to my head and body pain to my body. My body felt sore in a strange way, the memories of yesterday's sex came rushing in my head.

Though the prisoners seemed to dread this — I now understood why — it was a moment to enjoy the fresh air and beautiful sunlight — rare gems I had come to appreciate. While we were lined up before the commandant the previous day — a fierce-looking middle-aged man with an old fashioned helmet covering his bald head — one of the prisoners: a skinny looking old man who stammered a lot, was caught whispering words to his partner while the commandant was speaking. According to how everyone had reacted, I knew it was a grave sin to speak when the commandant was. I was new here and so was taking note of everything. I didn't want to get into trouble even when some of the officers that stood watch

Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave. “What are you doing here?” As soon as the man leaves, Blaine immediately step back and ask Almothean “I was about to head home when I saw you come in here with someone.” “O-oh.” “Forget about me. What are YOU doing here. Seems like you’re a regular?” He asks Shit. I didn’t want him to know that I’m a gay. “Ah no, I’m just going to drop off my friend then head home.” He denied nervously

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.