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Jax:
They call me the Angel of DEATH. Not because I wear wings Because I'm the last thing you see when justice fails and vengeance is all that's left.
I don't flinch. I don't hesitate. I don't miss.
Pain quiets the demons. Violence is the only language I speak fluently. I've made peace with the monster I've become- Until she walked back into my life.
Castiella.
She's the only light I've ever known. The only person who sees through the blood and scars and doesn't look away. We share a past-one that carved us into survivors.
I wasn't there when they broke her.
And I'll never forgive myself for that.
She thinks she can't be saved. But I don't want to save her. I just want to love her in the wreckage.
I'll fight-for her soul, for her light, for every piece of her she thinks is too shattered to save.
We won't fix each other. We won't walk away clean. But we'll fight for each other in the darkness. And if anyone tries to take her from me- They'll learn what it means when the Angel of DEATH comes calling.
I'll burn every rule, every enemy, every part of myself to protect her.
Because she's mine.
And I'd rather become the monster they fear than watch her drown in the world that made us this way.
Castiella:
I live in a world that sells sex as an illusion, a world built on fantasy.
I learned how to wear desire like armor.
Smile, tease, pretend it doesn't hurt.
Men pay to play with me.
That's the job.
And I'm good at it.
I don't believe in fairy tales.
Not the kind with white dresses and clean slates.
My story is written in bruises and survival.
In the quiet ache of knowing some wounds never heal.
I wasn't always this way.
But life doesn't ask for permission when it breaks you.
It just keeps going-and so did I.
Until I met the Angel of DEATH
And my past came back to haunt me.
We share a history of blood and silence.
And now I'm caught in a role I didn't choose-one that might just break me.
Because Jax doesn't play. He claims.
He doesn't chase. He keeps.
And he's not after my body.
He's after my heart.
He thinks he can fix me.
He sees the girl I used to be.
I see the woman I had to become.
He doesn't know how broken I really am.
He sees light in me.
I see the wreckage.
I love him.
God, I love him.
He's my weakness. My home.
I'm his obsession.
But love doesn't fix what's shattered.
And I'm not sure I know how to live outside the life I've built-the one that numbs the pain, hides the fear, and keeps me from falling apart.
He wants to be my protector.
To chase away my fears and stand beside me in my darkness.
But I'm just a fantasy.
And Jax doesn't realize-we're both broken souls.
We won't heal each other.
But who knows?
Maybe we can hold each other through the pain.
And carve our own happily ever after.
