March 18th, 20xx — 2:31 PM
Zone 3A-Δ – Fifth Floor - Homebase
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"JOHN!"
The voice hit me like a gunshot wrapped in silk.
I turned just in time to see her.
Jiang Roulan.
She tore around the corner like something had broken loose in her chest. Her boots hit the floor hard. Her black coat trailed behind her like smoke, hair half-loose, eyes locked on me like she didn't see anyone else in the damn world.
No hesitation.
She slammed into me with a desperate leap.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, breath hitting my throat in gasps. I caught her waist out of reflex, trying to keep us steady, but she didn't give me time to react.
Her mouth pressed against mine.
Soft... wet... and slimy.
No warning. No soft lean-in. Just heat and pressure and the faint taste of metal and adrenaline — and Jiang Roulan.
The kiss wasn't slow. It wasn't sweet.
It was need.
