Moses
Moses owned everything that looked like power—money, bodies, silence that bent when he walked into a room. At thirty-three, he had learned people didn’t love him, they consumed him, then left him hollow. So he stopped looking. Until her. Nikki didn’t belong there. Soft voice, eyes always lowered, swallowed by oversized sleeves and quiet shame. They mocked her, ignored her, erased her. Everyone did. Except Moses. Because the moment he really saw her—pink hair like something fragile in a world that devoured soft things—something in him shifted. Dark. Possessive. Awake. He didn’t want her attention. He wanted all of her. And Moses had never learned how to want gently.
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Moses owned everything that looked like power—money, bodies, silence that bent when he walked into a room. At thirty-three, he had learned people didn’t love him, they consumed him, then left him hollow. So he stopped looking. Until her. Nikki didn’t belong there. Soft voice, eyes always lowered, swallowed by oversized sleeves and quiet shame. T...阅读更多