Page 138 of Blackwood

But curtains drop, and truths still glow.

You see devotion, you taste her skin.

But memory’s where I always win.

You bleed for her, wear pain with pride,

But would she fight, or just run and hide?

Go home, Lexie. Let the dream decay.

Some fires burn brighter once they betray.

@BarinovUnhinged

STAY.

THE FUCK.

AWAY.

@LucaWasHere

You bring the storm, all fists and flame,

But I was there before she had a name.

I know her hums, the way she folds,

The twelve-note rhythm no one holds.

And that, sweet Lexie, is where you fall.

You chased her light. You risked it all.

You crave her crown. You want her vow.

But we built a wall. She can’t escape now.

@BarinovUnhinged

You like walls? Good. Because I’ll bury you behind one.

My girl will never fear again, not when she knows that the monster’s fucking dead.

“Smooth, Barinov,” Knox mutters, tossing my phone back like it’s contagious.

I catch it, shove it in my pocket, and finish taping down the last cable.

Knox shakes his head, “You’re a psycho, man. Luca writes poems and you write death threats. It’s like a match made in hell.”

I stand, stretch out my back, and roll my shoulders. Try to breathe, and then I feel her. Like static in my blood. I don’t even have to turn around. I know it’s her.

Cherry vanilla.That damn scent punches me in the chest. Sweet, dark, and fucking lethal. It wraps around me, crawls under my skin, and makes the whole Row vanish.

I spin fast, grab her like I’ve been starving for a hundred years. One hand in her hair, the other locking around her waist as I slam my mouth to hers. It’s not a kiss. It’s a claim.Tongue. Teeth. Obsession.

My fucking girl. Mine.