Vivian sat quietly in Noah’s car, her gaze fixed numbly on the bandaged hand resting in her lap. Each heartbeat sent a fresh wave of throbbing pain radiating through her palm, sharp reminders of the violence she''d willingly embraced tonight. The dim streetlights outside spilled softly across her fingers, highlighting the stark white of the makeshift dressing and accentuating the blood slowly seeping through.


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