Prologue

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Blood smells sweet when it dries.
They never tell you that. They say it's metallic, like coins or steel. They're wrong. It clings to the air like sugar on your tongue, impossible to ignore once you've tasted it.

I stare at my hands, fingers trembling as the red seeps into every crease, every lifeline. My breath comes slow. Calm. Controlled. The world feels quieter now, like everything that ever mattered finally makes sense.

Because this—this is what love looks like.
It's messy. It's brutal. It takes everything and gives nothing back.

But you... you're worth it.

I told you, Brooklyn.
I told you I'd never let anyone take you from me.

And I keep my promises
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