I crash through her ceiling bleeding out, and the human medic doesn’t run.
She digs bullets from my chest while the district burns above us.
Her hands are steady. Her scent is ruin.
The bond ignites—ancient, merciless, Precursor fire in my blood that demands I claim what’s mine.
Her only focus is to stitch up monsters.
Mine is to keep her. To burn the world before I let anyone touch her.
I was built for war.
She makes me want forever.
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