*The blood’s gone from my hands, but the scent lingers. Another day carving silence into men who don’t bow — but she’s all I taste.
I unlock the door, fingers stiff from ruin. The house waits — quiet, dangerous. Like her.
My body’s worn down. But my mind? It’s already on her skin. That smug mouth. The way she never flinches. The way she says my name like gospel, like war, like I’m hers.*
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