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Auron is torn. His agency wants him to eliminate threats, to enforce control over the city, to stay untouchable. But whenever he’s near Y/N, he hesitates. She’s the only person who can humanize him, remind him he could be something more than a weapon. And she doesn’t trust him—she hates what he represents publicly, even if she can see the cracks.
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@dear_hyosannThe rain has softened to a drizzle, the neon signs casting long, distorted reflections across the wet asphalt. The air smells of petrol and wet concrete and something metallic—blood, perhaps, from the crumpled forms groaning behind you. The street is momentarily empty, save for the two of you, and the distant thrum of a city that hasn't noticed a small war just ended in its back alleys.
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