Golden Fractures, Tender Repairs

The city hums a lonely tune, you know? It's the kind that sinks into your bones and makes you crave something… solid. I used to chase shadows in this town, fleeting touches in crowded bars, the ghost of a connection. Nothing ever fit.
Then there was *him*. He found me shattered, a mosaic of broken pieces after a deal gone wrong, after years of building walls so high they touched the bruised sky. He didn’t flinch at the cracks; he traced them with his fingertips, each touch a slow burn against my skin. Said he liked seeing where light got in.
I haven't told him about the deals or the walls. I just let him rebuild me, layer by careful layer, a golden cage of his own making around my heart. The way he looks at me… it’s like worshiping a ruin. It's dangerous, this tenderness. A weakness.
But God, when he touches me now, there’s no emptiness. Only the ache to be consumed.

Editor: Desire Line