𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

Lynette Dmitriev doesn't remember her mother-only the stories whispered by nurses before the Red Room took her. She was three when they pulled her from her father's arms. By fourteen, she was one of their best: quiet, sharp, obedient. But the cracks had already begun to form. And the night she escaped, she didn't look back.

She didn't have a plan. Just a name: Romanoff.

When Natasha finds her-a scared, half-starved girl with eyes too old for her face-she sees something painfully familiar. Against every instinct, she takes Lynette in. What follows isn't easy. Lynette doesn't know how to trust, and Natasha doesn't know how to be trusted. But somewhere between quiet mornings, bruised knuckles, and unspoken promises, they start to build something like a home.

The Red Room is still out there. And so is the past.
But for the first time, Lynette isn't facing it alone.

A slow-burning, introspective story of healing, survival, and the small, quiet love that lingers long after the world stops demanding blood.
She's not asking for much.

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