Between Blue and Tremor
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Last published Wed, Apr 8, 2026
He's blue. He's loyal. He's everything I never expected.
I'm reckless, stubborn, and maybe too alive for my own good.
And somehow, against all the rules, against all the danger... we found each other.
When the world is against us, will our love survive - or will it be another casualty of the battles we fight?
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