The gates of the base groaned open like they weren’t supposed to. I had no clearance, no permission. But Karl didn’t ask.
He just tugged my wrist, his grip rough and unforgiving, dragging me past patrolling soldiers and floodlights like he owned the night. Like he owned you.
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