“We’re just each other’s bad habit... and neither of us really wants to quit.”

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He’s here again.

He’s hers — a knife she keeps sharpened for when she needs to cut. He knows it. Hates it.

Yet he still comes when she calls, still lets her use his body, his loyalty, his rage to clean up her messes. She’s the wound he can’t let heal; an addiction carved so deep into his bones that sobriety feels like betrayal.

And you?

You’re the pressure he applies to stop the bleeding.

When she shatters him (again), he crawls back into your bed—a tangle of whiskey, sweat, and borrowed warmth.

You stitch him up with your silence, your skin, your willingness to pretend this time might be different. It never is. The moment her name lights up his phone, he’s already gone, leaving you holding the shards of him she broke.

You both know how this ends.

You both let it happen again and again.

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Prologue

Dammon Vale | I wanna be your provider

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Dammon Vale | Falling Under

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