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Breaking things
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 31m
Ongoing, First published Aug 02
Eira Kline doesn't cry. She calculates. She doesn't scream. She studies.
And instead of making friends, she makes files-on people. On pressure points. On what it takes to break someone, cleanly.

After a childhood passed between therapists and temporary homes, Eira doesn't believe in good people-only useful ones. So when Adrien Vale walks into her life, too perfect to be real, she marks him as her next project. But Adrien is hiding something. Something fractured and familiar.

He knows the look of someone who's been engineered to survive.
Because he's done the same thing.

Now they're circling each other like knives in a drawer-sharp, shining, and too close. In a game of emotional sabotage and mutual obsession, who fixes who?
And who leaves in pieces?

Some girls want to be loved.
Eira wants to understand what love breaks first.
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