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4 parts Ongoing Macey stood on the porch, arms crossed, bruises hidden under the sleeves of her hoodie. Ethan leaned against the railing, jaw clenched, his eyes scanning her like he was trying to read every unspoken thing. "You gonna keep lettin' him do that to you?" he asked quietly, but there was steel in his voice. She looked away, tears burning the back of her eyes. "It's not that simple, Ethan. You don't understand-" "Nah, I understand enough," he cut in, stepping closer. "I been in love with you since we were kids, Mace. And I swear to God, if he lays a hand on you again, I'll make sure he never gets the chance to breathe your air."
Her breath hitched, torn between fear and the comfort of knowing Ethan still cared. "Ethan, you can't-" "I can, and I will," he said, eyes locked on hers. "I don't care if I gotta disappear after. You ain't meant to be with somebody who breaks you. You're mine, Macey. Always been. Always will be." For a moment, the night felt still, dangerous, and safe all at once-because she knew he meant every word.