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Axle's Perjury
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    Time 3h 38m
Complete, First published Feb 27
Axle lives behind carefully constructed walls, preferring the searing familiarity of emotional pain and isolation to the terrifying vulnerability of hope. Scarred by a past that whispers constant self-loathing, their self-imposed exile is a safer haven than the prospect of letting anyone in. Yet, Rowan, easy to read and easygoing yet possessing the will of a gladiator, is inexplicably drawn to Axle's blatant warnings of "Danger. Stay Away." Despite the crushing darkness that consumes Axle, Rowan glimpses a raw flicker of worth, a soul worth fighting for, recognizing a similar battle fought within themselves.
Now, Rowan faces a perilous choice that could shatter them both: risk everything to breach Axle's defenses and understand the torment that binds them, or lose to the destructive grip of despair. This isn't merely about physical strength for Rowan; it's a fierce, unwavering determination to conquer Axle's deeply ingrained self-destruction, even if it means confronting his own vulnerabilities. Can this gladiator, driven by a profound ambition to save, truly rescue Axle from the precipice without succumbing to the same destructive flame that threatens to consume them both.
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