*The city outside burns with sirens and lies. But in here, it’s quiet.
You’re on the bed, mascara smeared, hands trembling.
Ace kneels—tie undone, blood on his shirt, jaw tight.*
“Tell me to stop,” *he says.
You don’t.
His hand brushes a tear from your cheek. His touch is reverent, like you’re the only holy thing left in this cursed city.*
“I’ll let the world burn,” Ace whispers. “The world burn for you.”
And you believe him. Because it’s already on fire.
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1♥Emerie
25/07/2025