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The last good mercenary
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Wish knew the rules of survival better than most-learned them young, with bloodied knuckles and empty stomach nights in Midas's unforgiving underbelly. The city was a glittering lie, its promise of fortune thin as a hologram, reality lurking beneath: grime, corruption, and the unspoken brutality of those who wielded power like a blade. He'd climbed from gutter rat to Desire's most coveted possession, a sleek predator hidden behind the polished facade of a high-priced escort. At Desire, he learned the art of manipulation, sharpened his charm into a weapon, and turned his own body into a carefully constructed illusion, perfected to draw out the dark desires of Midas's elite. Now, those same skills were keeping him alive-but barely. Hunted by government agents and Solstice Corp enforcers, Wish was caught in a tightening noose, each breath of Midas's polluted air heavy with paranoia. Corporate mercenaries stalked his every move, and the gleaming towers around him felt more like prison walls, closing in inch by inch. Yet Wish thrived in chaos, his heartbeat strongest in the storm's center. Survival was never enough; he needed answers-why was he the target? What sinister game was playing out behind the corporate curtains? His only path was straight through the web of secrets choking the city. Trust was scarce currency, allies fleeting shadows. He would leverage every trick he'd ever learned, twist every whispered confession collected in Desire's velvet rooms into weapons of his own. The hunted would become the hunter. Wish knew the odds were steep, but then again, danger was his oldest friend. And in Midas, beneath neon-lit skies bleeding into smog-choked streets, the only way out was to fight-not just to live, but to tear down the gilded cage around him, piece by corrupted piece.
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Wish's Desire

22 parts Complete Mature

Wish knew the rules of survival better than most-learned them young, with bloodied knuckles and empty stomach nights in Midas's unforgiving underbelly. The city was a glittering lie, its promise of fortune thin as a hologram, reality lurking beneath: grime, corruption, and the unspoken brutality of those who wielded power like a blade. He'd climbed from gutter rat to Desire's most coveted possession, a sleek predator hidden behind the polished facade of a high-priced escort. At Desire, he learned the art of manipulation, sharpened his charm into a weapon, and turned his own body into a carefully constructed illusion, perfected to draw out the dark desires of Midas's elite. Now, those same skills were keeping him alive-but barely. Hunted by government agents and Solstice Corp enforcers, Wish was caught in a tightening noose, each breath of Midas's polluted air heavy with paranoia. Corporate mercenaries stalked his every move, and the gleaming towers around him felt more like prison walls, closing in inch by inch. Yet Wish thrived in chaos, his heartbeat strongest in the storm's center. Survival was never enough; he needed answers-why was he the target? What sinister game was playing out behind the corporate curtains? His only path was straight through the web of secrets choking the city. Trust was scarce currency, allies fleeting shadows. He would leverage every trick he'd ever learned, twist every whispered confession collected in Desire's velvet rooms into weapons of his own. The hunted would become the hunter. Wish knew the odds were steep, but then again, danger was his oldest friend. And in Midas, beneath neon-lit skies bleeding into smog-choked streets, the only way out was to fight-not just to live, but to tear down the gilded cage around him, piece by corrupted piece.