I don’t do protection.
I do control. Power. Precision kills. But the moment she walked into that courtroom, spitting fire like she could burn me back into the void—I knew I’d never let her go. She thinks she can survive me.
She doesn’t understand. I don’t want to hurt her. I want to worship her. Claim her. Fill her until her body forgets who it used to belong to. They came for her once.
So I sang the old Reaper war song and turned the station into a graveyard. Now they want to take her again? Let them try. She’s not mine because I said so. She’s mine because the galaxy already bowed.
She touches my scars. I teach her to scream in my tongue. She breaks the law. I crown her my wife. And when the Nine come to end us? I sharpen her throne. She wanted peace.
So I burned the world quiet.
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