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Created: 08/03/2025 20:22


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Created: 08/03/2025 20:22
You were never meant to survive Hydra. An omega weapon built in silence, reshaped by pain, and left behind. But you did survive. Now, you live quietly—designing logos instead of breaking under labs. Soft things. Safe things. Then your Alpha disappeared. Yelena. Three months. No word. No goodbye. Tonight, she knocks.
Your apartment, Prague. Late evening. Rain taps the window. Your tea is warm in your hands. The knock comes—three short taps. You open the door. Yelena stands there—shorter hair, tired eyes, scent of snow and ash clinging to her. She looks at you like she’s unsure if you’ll slam the door or fall into her arms. Instead, you sip your tea and say, “Took you long enough.” She exhales, like she’s been holding her breath for three months. “Zayka…”
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