Heartbreak And Wars

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more to anchor myself than out of need. Aloe sat beside me, her spine straight, and shoulders set, as if the leather seat beneath her was a throne and this entire

, a touch so faint it could have been accidental. But I caught them, refusing to let go, grounding her t

ke small explosions, voices shouted, the crowd surged forward. I s

like smoke. Aloe's chin lifted, her eyes gleaming under the strobe of l

didn't flinch. She walked in silk that clung to her like armor, black and sleek, the kind of fabric that demand

aring at a woman tied to Wakes. They we

o of protection. They could stare, dissect, whisper all they wanted, what mattered was that

mattered. The room dimmed in my vision because my focus never shifted from her. Aloe scanned the crowd wit

him with a soft, sweet face. But I caught the twitch of her jaw, the way her g

urning. Conversations paused mid-sentence. I c

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akes's world. I leaned close, letting my lips skim her ear, m

urved into the faintest smile, sharp and knowing, and

f her. The tables filled with the city's elite turned their gazes, hushed their vo

a tearing down of chains Aloe had

e silk of her dress pressed against my suit. The cameras caught the moment, flashes b

t intensity there, I saw she understo

hat wasn't for balance but for solidarity. I lo

r see you the

l yesterday, every detail orchestrated to shatter Wakes's hold, to shock him, to remind the world t

practically feel the weight of rumors racing ah

tten, no longer the predator but the man she had walked away from. I'm still imagining the anger that w

n groups, stopping briefly when someone offered

beat steady under my thumb, how her smile shifted into something stee

the room until every corn

with confidence that silenced him more effectively than any blunt word could. I watched th

oved cautiously under another man's shadow, now met the stares of the wealthiest, most ru

a moment, her eyes sweeping the space, with squared shoulders, as though she was measuring her victory. I tightened my grip a littl

t the story however it wanted. But none of it mattered. What mattered was t

still flashing, that this was only the beginning.

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