Ephemeral Echoes, Shattered Grace

He found me fractured, a ghost in the city’s relentless glare. A collision of steel and glass – my life before him – reduced to shimmering dust motes caught in sunlight.
Each touch, an electric shock ripping through the numbness he discovered coating my skin; a raw awakening I hadn't dared crave. His hands weren't gentle, not exactly. They were possessive, claiming the wreckage as their own, piecing it back together with a fierce hunger that mirrored the storm inside me.
We didn’t speak of mending, of wholeness – those words felt…soft. He understood destruction. I saw it in his eyes—a bottomless abyss echoing my own pain. And he was letting me burn him too, this man who had never known darkness before me.
Now? Now we exist in the aftermath, two broken constellations recognizing each other across an infinite void. A dangerous dance of need and ruin. He doesn't offer salvation; only a shared descent into beautiful chaos.

Editor: Plasma Spark