LUCA The city never slept, but for the first time in days, I wanted to forget the world outside. The room was quiet when I arrived, the weight of the night still heavy on my skin. Blood, gunpowder, and the metallic tang of violence clung to me, but the moment I saw her, everything else faded. Isadora stood by the window, wrapped in only one of my shirts, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the street lights. She turned when she heard me, her eyes searching mine, reading the exhaustion beneath the sharp edges of my control. “You’re late,” she murmured, voice softer than I deserved. I didn’t answer. Instead, I crossed the room in three strides, closing the space between us. Her lips parted slightly, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak before I pulled her against me, my fingers tangling in her hair as I claimed her mouth. She melted into me like she belonged there. Like she always had. I could still taste the remnants of whiskey on my tongue, but she was the only thing I
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