Page 137 of Blackwood

“Subtle,” Knox laughs.

@LucaWasHere

Ah, the brawler. You move so fast.

Tell me, Lexie… think it’ll last?

Does she flinch when your temper slips?

Or just bite back between your lips?

@BarinovUnhinged

She doesn’t flinch, asshole. Not with me. She leans in.

And if you ever touch her feed again… I’ll find you.

Try typing with bone dust, fucker.

“Bone dust, Lex?”

“What?” I shrug as Knox just shakes his head and keeps scrolling.

“Nothing.”

@LucaWasHere

Such fury. Is that what she dreams?

All fists and fire and cracked extremes?

You don’t guard her. You just burn bright.

Which makes her so much easier to watch at night.

@BarinovUnhinged

Cute poems. Real original.

All that rhyming shit just proves one thing…

You’ve got time to obsess, but not the balls to act.

You hide in the dark like mold behind the walls.

Say her name again and I’ll make you choke on it.

@LucaWasHere

I wait in silence, sweet Lexie, still.

There’s deeper power in sharpened will.

You chase her fire, you beg for her name.

But embers don’t ever burn the same.

She dances for you, puts on the show,