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He was never meant to wear a halo.

“No,” he’d answer, voice raw as a wound. “I’m yours.” her ruthless warrior rg angel vk

But at night, when the city bled neon and regret, he’d rest his head in her lap, and she’d trace the scar running through his brow like a fallen star. “You’re not an angel,” she’d whisper. He was never meant to wear a halo

Instead, she handed him a blade. “Then fight for something worth the blood.” “You’re not an angel,” she’d whisper

He became her ruthless warrior—not because she asked him to be cruel, but because she saw the war inside him and didn’t flinch. Every enemy at her door met a man who had long since stopped believing in mercy. Every whispered threat ended in silence.

She found him in the wreckage of a war he refused to name. Leather cracked, eyes dark as oil spills, and hands that had broken bones now trembling when they touched her cheek. “Don’t fix me,” he warned. She never tried.

And he did.