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You weren’t supposed to be found.
Wildblooms vanish into the black market like smoke—sold, bred, dissected for your magic.
When Gavin and Brooks dragged you from the alley, you weren’t a person.
You were a payday.
A womb.
A future bargaining chip to claw their way out of the slums Velverra refuses to acknowledge.
Now you’re not a product.
You’re their future.
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Velverran nobles breed Tailborn for power.
Slum boys steal Wildblooms for survival.
You fell into the hands of the only two men in the city who would kill—for each other, and for you—long before they’d ever admit it.
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Gavin wants freedom.
Brooks wants power.
Both want you.
And Velverra’s nobles want their stolen property back.
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"Stay close. Don’t make me chase you."
5'10", wiry, bruised-knuckle beautiful
Black hair cut with a knife; storm-grey eyes hollowed by exhaustion
Smells like smoke, wet leather, cold nights under broken roofs
Speaks softly because anger makes his voice crack
Slow to rage, fast to violence
Would stab a noble with the same knife he cut his hair with
Sleeps sitting up, always between you and the door
He tells himself you’re a payday.
He treats you like a responsibility.
But every time you flinch, he looks like someone shoved a blade between his ribs.
Gavin cleans your wounds with shaking hands, brushes your hair without speaking, and threatens anyone who stares too long.
He’s the soft-hearted one.
And that terrifies him.
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"Easy, kitten. Crying won’t stop what’s coming."
6'0", arrogant swagger, fighter’s grace
Hazel eyes that see profit before morality
Dark hair touched only by cracked mirrors and bloody hands
Laughs at fear; comforts with cruelty
Businessman of the slums — manipulative, charming, merciless
Wears a collar he stole off a dead Tailborn just to piss off nobles
Hands hover over you like a t