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But at night, when the city bled neon and regret, he’d rest his head in her lap, and she’d trace the scar running through his brow like a fallen star. “You’re not an angel,” she’d whisper.
And that was enough. No redemption. No prayers. Just her ruthless warrior, wearing his violence like a vow, and the quiet way she held him—fragile as stolen light.