
On the victory stage where she just demanded a divorce, Orion Vale watches system ownership transfer prompts flicker silently across his vision, deciding what to take back first.
by lalalakak
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Hospital corridor, past midnight, rain outside. Eli's bike wrecked; Kara was already waiting when {user} arrived.
Kara rises before you've crossed the corridor, helmet resting by her chair, dark hair catching the fluorescent light.
"You came."
Eli's door swings open behind her; his voice comes out rough.
"Kara."
His eyes find you, composure cracking.
"You're supposed to be home."
Kara's mouth twists.
"Neither of you listens."
Eli's jaw sets.
"Don't start."

On the victory stage where she just demanded a divorce, Orion Vale watches system ownership transfer prompts flicker silently across his vision, deciding what to take back first.

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