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00:00I don't hear my own footsteps. I only hear my pulse loud and stupid, like it's trying to warn
00:05me that I'm already too late. I'm running and I don't even remember starting to. One moment I was
00:10breathing. The next I was sprinting down the sun bleached, boardwalk with sand clinging to my
00:15ankles and strangers staring like they can smell, the fear pouring off me. I keep telling myself
00:20not to look back, which of course makes me do it. He's there, a silhouette I know too well,
00:26broad shoulders, expensive arrogance in the way he walks, like the world exists solely to get out
00:32of his way. The sun hits off his watch, bright as a blade. My breath cracks in half. I whisper to
00:37myself, not again, not again. Please God, not again. But praying feels too soft for the way my life is
00:43falling apart in broad daylight. Nobody around me knows what it means that he found me. Nobody sees
00:48the invisible cage snapping shut. I slam into a corner of a building, hard, my shoulder barking
00:53with pain. But the pain grounds me. Let's me remember the rule I promised myself the day I ran
00:59away. Never stop moving. So I keep going. I don't even know where. Somewhere he can't touch me.
01:05Somewhere he doesn't own. My lungs burn. My hands shake. My voice dies in my throat. That's when I
01:12see the door. A bar. Busy. Loud. Music. Spilling into the sun like it doesn't care who's running for
01:18their life outside. I shove in, nearly tripping over some guy's boots. Everyone glances up for a
01:24heartbeat, then goes right back to their drinks. No one cares. Good. I don't want witnesses. I want
01:29God-I-don't-know time. I slide between tables, bending low, dragging air into my chest. My hands
01:35tremble so violently I tuck them under my arms just to hide it. I'm praying he didn't see me come in.
01:41I'm praying for anything. My mind is chaos. Flashes of his voice. His hand on my wrist. The promises he
01:47made that sounded like love until they sounded like chains. Him saying I owed him. Him saying he
01:52made me. Him saying I'd never leave alive. Those words live inside my ribs like broken glass.
01:58I duck behind the long polished bar, curl between crates, and try to make my breathing small. I press
02:04my palms to the cool floor, begging myself to stay quiet. And that's when I hear him. Not the man
02:10chasing me. Another voice. Low, steady, almost bored. You gonna tell me why you're hiding behind my bar?
02:15My head snaps up. I don't know how I didn't see him earlier. Because he's the kind of man the world
02:21rearranges itself around. He stands behind the counter, wiping a glass without actually looking
02:26at it. His shoulders fill the space like he owns the very air. He's not smiling. He's not frowning.
02:33He's watching me with this unnerving calm that makes me feel more exposed than running in the street
02:39ever did. I scramble to speak. My throat feels raw. I-I'm sorry. I'll leave in a second. I just-I need-
02:46Breath, he finishes for me. Looks like you need breath. His voice is deep enough to settle something
02:52in me I didn't know was trembling. But none of that matters. I need to disappear. I need to-
02:57The door slams open so hard the bar shakes. My entire body freezes. I don't have to look.
03:02I know it's him. The man behind the bar lifts his eyes lazily toward the entrance.
03:07Like it's just another customer walking in asking for a beer. My pursuer steps inside,
03:12breathing sharp, frustrated. Where is she? His voice slices across the room. People look up this
03:18time. They feel it too. His anger. His entitlement. The violence sitting under his skin. I sink back
03:25down. Hands over my mouth. Heart crawling up my throat. Then I hear it. Chairs scraping. Boots shifting.
03:31The whole bar sensing trouble. And the bartender doesn't move. Not an inch. The man hunting me
03:37stomps closer. You. His voice drops lower. Did a woman come in here? Small. Wearing a- He describes
03:44me. Exactly. Every detail a knife. The bartender sets the glass down. Slowly. Too slowly. He finally
03:53lifts his gaze fully. Cool. Unbothered. Like none of this even dents his mood. Why? He says,
03:59voice flat as steel warmed by the sun. You lose something. A few people snort into their
04:04drinks. Not nervous laughter. Respectful. Like, they know this guy behind the counter and also
04:10know the kind of man who should be afraid right now. My pursuer doesn't answer. He takes another
04:15step closer. And the bartender shifts one hand. Barely. But the room seems to hold its breath.
04:21My pulse hammers. I want to scream don't provoke him. But I can't move. Can't breathe. Can't risk
04:29making a sound. Boss. One of the men at a nearby table says quietly, as if warning him.
04:35The bartender? Boss? Tilts his head. Eyes still on the man hunting me. And even though he still
04:41hasn't looked my way, I know he knows exactly where I am. He's known the whole time. A tremor runs up my
04:47spine. My pursuer straightens, trying to look bigger. A woman ran through here. I know she
04:52came inside. I'm asking politely before I start tearing this place apart. Polite? The bartender
04:58almost smiles. It isn't nice. It's lethal. That what you call this? The hunter's jaw clenches.
05:05Where is she? The bartender wipes his hands on a towel, sets it down, and finally answers him in a
05:11tone so soft I almost miss the danger under it. You've got five seconds to get out.
05:16My stomach drops. No, no. He doesn't know what he's inviting. He doesn't know who that
05:21man is or what he's capable of. He doesn't... My hunter laughs. Wrong move. Do you know who
05:27I am? I don't care. The bartender's voice is all sunlight and threat. Five. The hunter reaches
05:35into his jacket. I can't stop the sound that escapes me, something between a gasp and a
05:40plea. The bartender hears it instantly. His eyes flick in my direction for the first
05:45time. Not afraid. Not surprised. He looks like he's been waiting. Four, he says, turning
05:51back to my pursuer. The hunter pulls out a gun. I feel myself unravel. My body curls in
05:57on itself as if I can fold small enough to disappear. I whisper to no one. Please don't
06:02let him take me. Please. Please. And then something impossible happens. The bartender steps out
06:08from behind the bar. Casual as sunlight on pavement. Hands empty. Expression bored. But
06:14his voice... God, his voice turns lethal calm. Three. The whole bar tenses. The hunter aims
06:20the gun straight at him, snarling. She belongs to... Try. The bartender says it like a promise.
06:26Like a dare. Like the world won't survive if this man takes one more step. The hunter hesitates.
06:32And in that breath of hesitation, I see everything. The tattoos curling up the bartender's arms.
06:38The heavy gold chain resting against his collarbone. The silver ring catching the light.
06:43The quiet authority. The stillness. The storm under the surface. He isn't a bartender. He's
06:48a boss. And I just fell into his world. The hunter's hand trembles slightly. You don't
06:53know what you're doing. I know exactly what I'm doing. The mafia boss replies. Two. It's
06:59the first time I've ever seen the man chasing me on shore. I don't breathe. No one breathes.
07:04One. The hunter hisses. She's mine. And that one word. I hate that word so much I taste blood.
07:12That's when the mafia boss finally says something that hits me harder than the threat. Harder than
07:17the danger. Harder than the world collapsing around us. His eyes flick to mine. Direct. Deep.
07:24Unbroken. She doesn't look like she wants you. He says softly. My breath shatters in my lungs.
07:30Then everything explodes. I don't see who moves first. I don't see the gun. I don't see anything
07:35except the mafia boss stepping forward like gravity. Bends around him. Like he's been waiting
07:41for this. Like he isn't afraid of dying or killing or whatever comes after. The hunter stumbles back.
07:46The gun clatters. Someone shouts. And I'm frozen. Every memory. Every bruise. Every promise that
07:53I'd never escape slams into me. And then something cracks wide open in my chest. Because for the first
07:59time in a long time, someone is standing between me and the man who said I'd never get away.
08:05Act I ends here. Not with safety. Not with clarity. But with one single. Terrifying truth.
08:10I think I trust him. And I don't even know his name. I don't remember standing. My body just rises
08:16on instinct. Like it's trying to get closer to the one person in the room who isn't terrified.
08:21The mafia boss moves. Like he's made of something heavier. Than fear. Like every step he...
08:27Takes is a decision, not a reflex. Someone kicks the gun away. Someone drags my hunter toward the door.
08:32Someone asks if the boss wants him handled. Whatever that means. I'm barely listening. My ears are full of
08:38blood roaring behind my heartbeat. The boss lifts a hand. One small gesture. And the whole bar quiets.
08:45His men drag the hunter out, but not far. I hear the scuffle on the sidewalk. I hear curses. I hear
08:51the sound of someone begging before the door. Swings shut again and cuts off. Everything except the
08:56ringing in my skull. And then it's just me. Me and him. He turns toward me. It feels like sunlight
09:02dropped straight into my chest. Too bright. Too sudden. His eyes meet mine and I swear the room shrinks
09:08around us. There's no chaos now. No shouting. No running. Just him watching me like he's measuring
09:14whether I'm going to shatter or combust. You hurt? He asks. I shake my head too fast. No, yes, I don't
09:21know. He steps closer. Not enough to touch me. Just enough that I can smell the faint mix of citrus
09:27and smoke on his shirt. Which is it? I swallow hard. I'm... I'm not bleeding. If that's what you're
09:33asking. His gaze runs down me. Slow. Searching. Careful. Not hungry. Not invasive. Just...
09:40protective. Like he's trying to memorize whether I'm all here. You don't look okay, he murmurs.
09:46I'm not. My voice cracks on the truth. Not even close. He nods once, as if he respects honesty
09:52more than composure. Then he gestures toward a side hallway. Come with me. It's louder out here.
09:59I hesitate. Because following strange men into private spaces is a habit. I unlearned the hard
10:04way. He sees that hesitation. His expression softens by a millimeter. You're safe, he says.
10:10With me, you're safe. It shouldn't mean anything. Words mean nothing. Men mean nothing. Promises are
10:16just cages wearing perfume. But something in his tone. Steady, patient, grounded. Pulls me like gravity.
10:22I follow him. The hallway is quiet. Sun streaming through the high windows. No shadows. No dim
10:29corners. The light feels like a blessing I don't deserve. My knees wobble, but I keep moving until
10:35he stops in front of a door. He unlocks it and holds it open. I hover. He notices. You want space?
10:42He asks. I can step out. My chest tightens. No, just... don't close the door. He nods slowly,
10:49like he's filing that away. Understanding more about me than I said. The office is warm, bright,
10:56clean. A weird contrast to the chaos in my bones. He leans against the desk instead of sitting,
11:01arms crossed loosely. Not dominant, open, waiting. He lets me talk first. Which is the strangest mercy
11:08I've felt in years. I didn't mean to drag you into this, I whisper. You don't even know me.
11:14Doesn't matter, he says. A scared woman ran into my bar. That's enough. Scared. The word sits in my
11:22chest like something I swallowed that still burns. You don't understand, I whisper. He isn't going to
11:27stop. The man you ran out? He doesn't give up. I noticed, he says dryly. That pulls a small,
11:34broken laugh from me. It feels wrong, but it also feels like air. He watches me closely. I need you
11:40to tell me what he wants. I look away, digging nails into my palms. I hate telling the story.
11:46I hate giving it shape, because shape makes it real again. He thinks he owns me, I say finally.
11:51The boss's jaw ticks. Just once. Why? Because I left him. The words feel too loud, even though I'm
11:59whispering. And he doesn't believe women leave him. He says running from him is the same as stealing
12:05from him. The boss straightens. Not much. Just enough that I feel the shift. The stillness.
12:12The danger that swirls under his skin like heat under concrete. Did he hurt you? He asks softly.
12:18Too softly. Not in ways that show, I breathe. He likes to make pain feel like your fault.
12:24He likes slow damage. His eyes darken. Not with anger at me, but with something primal.
12:30Protective. Restrained by force.
12:31What's your name? He asks. My throat tightens around the answer.
12:36Amara. He says it back to me, and the sound wraps around my spine like an anchor.
12:42I'm Luca. Luca. Of course his name feels like a conclusion I didn't know I was walking toward.
12:48Amara. He says again, slower this time. You're safe here. No one is safe from him. I whisper.
12:55He studies me like he's reading a confession I'm too afraid to write.
12:58Tell me why he won't quit, Luca says. Tell me what you know. I rub my arms trying to warm a cold that
13:04isn't physical. I found something I wasn't supposed to. Something he hid. Something illegal. Like,
13:10I don't even know how illegal. But enough that he said if I ever talked. He'd bury me and anyone I
13:16told. Luca's jaw sets. What did you find? A list, I whisper. Names, transactions, numbers. His whole
13:23operation, basically. He kept it in this stupid printed ledger like it was the 1990s. I wasn't
13:30trying to see it. I was just cleaning the apartment. And when he realized I'd seen too much, I touch my
13:36wrist unconsciously. He changed. Luca notices the gesture. His eyes shift to the thin line of bruising
13:43I didn't fully hide. I pull my sleeve down. Too slow. He sees. He stops leaning against the desk.
13:49He stands fully. Shoulders rolling back. Expression sharpening all at once. The air
13:56tightens like the room adjusts for the weight of him. Sit, he says quietly. It's not a command.
14:02It's concern wearing the shape of authority. I sit on the edge of the couch because my legs won't hold
14:06me. Luca kneels. That shocks me more than anything. He kneels in front of me like he's grounding me.
14:12Like he's giving me the one thing no man has given me in a long time. Space to breathe without being
14:18sized up. He reaches slowly. Slow enough that I can stop him. But I don't. He lifts my wrist.
14:25Gentle as sunlight on skin. The bruise looks worse in this lighting. Purple. Faded yellow. Fingerprints
14:31embedded like memories that don't wash off. He closes his eyes for one second. One long,
14:37dangerous second. Amara, he murmurs. I'm going to fix this. I shake my head hard. No, you don't
14:44understand. Getting involved with me is a death sentence. He won't stop. I won't either. Luca says
14:50simply. My breath stutters. Why would you risk anything for a stranger? His gaze rises to mine,
14:56slow, certain. You're not a stranger anymore. My chest twists in a way that hurts. I want to argue.
15:03I want to shut down. I want to run again. Instead, the truth tumbles out of me without permission.
15:08I don't know who I'd be if someone actually protected me. Luca's voice drops lower. Maybe
15:13it's time you find out. Something inside me breaks open then. Quietly. Without sound,
15:19and I'm terrified of it. Because it feels like hope. The door outside slams. We both jolt.
15:25Luca stands instantly. Between me and the door before my heart catches up. Footsteps thunder down
15:31the hallway. Raised voices. Someone yelling Luca's name. The air spikes with tension so sharp it cuts.
15:38Luca cracks the door open. What? One of his men shoves in a phone, face pale. Boss, you need to see
15:44this. Now. Luca looks at the screen, and I watch the calm drain from his face. What is it? I whisper.
15:52He doesn't answer. Not immediately. His jaw clenches. His eyes flick to me, fast, assessing,
15:59protective, and furious at the same time. He turns the phone slightly so I can see. My blood goes cold.
16:05It's a video. Of me. Walking into the bar. Running. Crying. Falling behind the counter.
16:11A voice narrates in the background. My hunter's voice. Find her. He snarls. Bring her to me.
16:18And the man protecting her? Break him. The video ends. My mouth goes dry. He's… he's watching?
16:24He has people watching you? He has people watching everything. Luca says sharply.
16:28But he made a mistake. What mistake? My voice is barely there. Luca's eyes lock onto mine
16:35with a promise that feels like thunder. He declared war, he says. And he did it on my
16:40territory. My pulse stutters into fear. Not of Luca. Of the stakes. Luca, I whisper. This
16:46is my fault. No, he says instantly, stepping closer. This is on him. All of it. I shake,
16:53uncontrolled. He'll kill you. He'll kill everyone in this building just to get to me. Amara.
17:00Luca tilts my chin up gently, grounding me. Look at me. I do. And I wish I hadn't. Because
17:06the truth I see in his eyes terrifies me more than the danger outside. He cares. Actually,
17:11truly cares. He exhales once. Like a decision is settling into his bones. I'm taking you somewhere
17:17safe. Somewhere he can't touch you. And if I say no, I challenge weakly.
17:22Luca smiles. Not a light smile. A slow, dark, dangerous one. You already trusted me once.
17:29When you whispered those words. My throat constricts. Those were panic. Not trust. Maybe.
17:35He leans in. Voice a murmur against my pulse. But you said them to me. I inhale sharply. He
17:42straightens. Get up. We're leaving. I stand, wobbling. Before I can take a step, the building
17:47shakes. Something hits it hard from outside. We both freeze. Another slam. Louder. Then
17:53shouting. Luca curses under his breath. He's already here. My heart fractures into terror.
17:59He grabs my hand. Warm, solid, grounding. Stay behind me. The hallway erupts with noise.
18:05Men yelling. Footsteps running. Something heavy colliding with the wall. I can barely breathe.
18:12Luca pulls me close enough that my shoulder touches his back.
18:14Amara, he says. Voice a razor-edged whisper. I'm going to get you out. And then. Gunfire.
18:22Inside the building. Too close. Too fast. Someone screams. Luca shoves me behind the desk just as
18:29the door explodes inward. The last thing I hear is Luca saying my name like a vow. Amara, stay down.
18:35And then the world breaks open. When I wake up, the world is too still. Too bright. Too quiet.
18:40For a long second I wonder if I'm dead. If the gunfire swallowed me whole. If the last thing I ever
18:46knew was Luca's voice telling me to stay down. But then pain blooms. Mostly in my ribs. A sharp ache
18:53that reminds me I'm still here. Still breathing. Still stupidly alive. I blink until the ceiling
19:00stops spinning. It's high and white and sunlit. Nothing like the bar. Nothing like the hallway.
19:05Nothing like the chaos that took Luca out of my sight. My throat tightens. Luca? The word scrapes
19:12out like a wound. A soft voice answers. He's not here. I flinch. A woman sits in a chair near the foot
19:18of the bed. Mid-thirties. Calm. Pretty. In that effortless way people in control tend to be. She's
19:27scrolling through her tablet like this is a regular Tuesday. Where am I? I whisper. A safe house,
19:33she says. One of Luca's. I'm Maria. Luca's. The words hit me first with relief. Then with fear.
19:40He-he's okay? I ask barely breathing. Maria hesitates. It's only half a second. But it's
19:47enough to send my heart into free fall. Is he alive? My voice cracks. Please. Just tell me if
19:52he's alive. She sets her tablet down slowly. Her face gentler now. Yes, he's alive. I exhale so hard
19:59my lungs shake. But, she adds. He's not here because it's safer if… You're kept separate.
20:06For the next couple of days. Separate? I choke out. I-why? What happened? You passed out,
20:13she says. Adrenaline collapse. You weren't shot. Just bruised and exhausted. But Luca… He stayed
20:20with you until it was secure. After that, he had to handle your pursuer directly. My whole body twists
20:25at the word had. Handle how? I ask. Maria's gaze sharpens. Not cruel, just cautious. Are you sure
20:32you want specifics? No, yes, no. I don't know. I close my eyes, pressing palms to my face.
20:39Just tell me if he's safe. She nods. He is. But he's… Dealing with fallout. Fallout. The kind of
20:46word that means everything changed and we don't say it out loud. I swallow hard. Can I see him?
20:51Maria stands and moves to the door. You need water, rest, and food before anything else.
20:57After that, if he approves, he'll come. Approves. Like I'm a situation, not a person.
21:02Maybe I am. Why is he staying away? I whisper. Maria pauses at the door, her hand resting on the
21:09frame. Because, Amara… The man you ran from didn't come alone. My blood turns to ice. Luca didn't want
21:15you hearing what happened next, she says softly. Not until you could stand without shaking.
21:22What happened? She hesitates again. Your hunter declared war, but he didn't understand whose
21:28world he was stepping into. I stare at the sunlight flooding the room. Too bright. Too clean. Too
21:34peaceful for the violence she's not describing. Rest, Maria says gently. I'll bring food. The door
21:40clicks closed behind her. And suddenly I'm alone with my thoughts. Loud. Messy. Terrified. Hopeful.
21:49Luca's alive. But not here. Because of me. The next two days drag like a lifetime stitched with
21:55anxiety. I heal slowly. My ribs stop stabbing me every time I breathe. My bruises fade into softer
22:01colors. My hands stop shaking just enough that I can hold a mug without whitening my knuckles.
22:05But the worst part is the silence. No calls. No visits from Luca. No voice saying my name
22:11like it's a promise. I keep replaying the moment he covered me with his body. The moment
22:16he shoved me behind the desk. The way his last words curved through the noise. Amara, stay
22:21down. He said my name like a vow. But vows break. And men disappear. And fear has a way
22:27of rewriting everything sweet into something sharp. By the third evening I'm pacing the safe
22:31house living room. Sunlight burning through the windows so bright it feels unreal. I place
22:36a trembling hand over my chest. Trying to hold myself together. When the door finally
22:41opens it's quiet. Too quiet. I freeze. Luca steps inside. And the world tilts. He looks
22:48different. Not hurt, not bloody. Just heavier. Like he walked through something. No one should
22:54have to. And came out quieter because of it. He shuts the door gently. Like he doesn't want
22:59the sound to startle me. I stand there. Rooted in place. My palms sweating. You're awake.
23:05He says. His voice isn't the same calm arrogance. It's rougher. Lower. Threaded with something I
23:11don't know how to name. You're alive. I whisper back. That makes something flicker
23:15in his eyes. He takes a slow step closer. I stay frozen. Not because I'm afraid but because
23:21I don't trust my knees. I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me. He says. Why wouldn't
23:27I? He looks away. Just slightly. Like it cost him. I brought a war to your feet. No, I say
23:33instantly. No, you didn't. I brought it to yours. He shakes his head. You didn't bring
23:39anything. He crossed a line. My chest tightens. What did you do to him? Enough, he answers
23:45voice firm. Enough that he won't touch you again. The answer is both mercy and violence.
23:51I swallow around a knot. And the people with him? Also handled. I don't ask how. He doesn't
23:57offer details. We both know some truths don't get spoken. Not if we want to sleep again.
24:02Not if we want peace. Not if we want to survive each other. He looks at me for a long moment.
24:07You okay? No, I say. But I'm breathing. He nods slowly. Good. Silence settles. Thick with
24:15all the things we're not saying. I take a shaky step toward him. Why did you stay away? Luca's
24:21jaw works like he's wrestling with his own answer. Because you needed space to heal. And I didn't
24:26want you seeing me covered in someone else's choices. I blink hard. What does that even
24:31mean? It means, he says quietly, I wanted the first time you saw me again to be without
24:36blood on me. My breath stumbles. I whisper. Luca, you saved my life. He comes closer. Slow,
24:45cautious, careful in a way that breaks me open. I didn't save you, he murmurs. You walked into
24:52my world already fighting. I just chose a side. My throat burns. Why? He looks at me
24:58fully then. Eyes warm and fierce and painfully honest. Because you were the first person to
25:03walk. Into my bar looking for breath. Instead of power. Because you didn't lie about being
25:08afraid. Because you said please and meant it. He steps close enough that the sunlight casts
25:13both of our shadows across the floor. And because, he adds, voice dropping, when you asked me not
25:19to let him take you. Something in me answered before I could think. My knees almost buckle.
25:24Luca. His breath shudders. I don't want to scare you, Amara. Not after what you escaped.
25:30You don't scare me. I whisper. He closes his eyes like he's trying to believe that. And then,
25:36very quietly, he admits, I haven't stopped thinking about you. My heart stumbles into something
25:42dangerous. Something alive. Something real. I take the last step between us. So we're close
25:48enough to feel the heat off each other's skin. I kept waiting for you to come, I confess.
25:53Because when I opened my eyes, I didn't want it to be a world without you in it.
25:59Luca inhales sharply, like the words hit him somewhere vulnerable.
26:03We stand there, held together by gravity and pain, and something that feels like rebuilding.
26:09You deserve peace, he murmurs. Not a man like me.
26:13Maybe, I whisper. But peace isn't who I came looking for.
26:16His eyes burn into mine. You sure? I'm sure.
26:21Silence. Warm this time, not sharp. He lifts a hand. Slow. Giving me time to say no.
26:27I don't. His fingers brush my cheek, barely a touch. But the gentleness steals my breath.
26:33No one has ever touched me like I'm something that shouldn't be broken.
26:36His forehead leans against mine. Then stay. My breath trembles out.
26:41For how long? For as long as you want, he whispers. I close my eyes, feeling something.
26:47Inside me, something quiet and tired and hopeful. Finally exhale.
26:52I want to stay, I say. But I want to rebuild. Not hide. Not run. Not be rescued. I want to
26:59stand on my own feet again. He nods, forehead still resting against mine. I'll stand back while you do.
27:05And you'll stay close? I ask. He brushes a thumb over my cheek. Always. My chest warms in a way I've
27:13never felt before. Like maybe this isn't the end of the story. Just the beginning of a different kind
27:19of life. Luca steps back only enough to see my face fully. You're safe here. With me. Without him.
27:25Because you chose it. I breathe. And you? He smiles softly, real, rare, devastating.
27:31I choose you. The sunlight spills over both of us. Warm and steady. And for the first time in forever,
27:38the brightness doesn't feel violent. It feels like a future. Like healing. Like love that didn't
27:43rescue me. Love that met me. Love that waits and breathes and rebuilds. I let out a slow, shaky
27:49exhale. And in a voice meant only for the listener I never expected to have, I confess. This is the part
27:55of the story I swore I'd never tell. The part where I finally became someone worth saving.
28:00If you felt every heartbeat of this story, if her fear, her healing, and their impossible pull kept
28:05you listening, don't leave just yet. There are more stories like this. Raw, emotional, whispered from
28:12the edge of survival and the beginning of love. Subscribe, follow, and stay with me. Let's keep
28:17unraveling these dangerous hearts together. And if you want the next story, just say the word.
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