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"It doesn't sound like you're just receiving visions, sweetheart. It sounds as if you actually lived it."

​I flinched, my heart skipping a violent beat. My fingers tightened against the stone railing until my knuckles turned stark white.

I hadn't told him the full truth—I hadn't told him that I was a regressor who had watched the world rot for five years. If he knew I was from the future, I don't know what would happen but I have a feeling that the power dynamic would shift entirely.

​I forced
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  • Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection   Your Lips Say One Thing

    ​I snatched the clothes from the manager and marched into the oversized fitting room. Within a few minutes, I swapped out my cargo pants for the new outfit. The utility pants were made of a stretchy fabric—durable enough to sprint in, but hugging every curve of my hips—while the cropped top left my belly completely bare, contrasting sharply with the deep crimson silk underwear peeking just above the waistband.​I stepped out of the fitting room, feeling exposed but undeniably agile.​Lucien’s breath hitched. The smug, teasing look on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a dark, heavy intensity. His gaze traveled slowly from my boots, up the tight line of my legs, lingering on the bare skin of my waist before finally locking onto my eyes. He sat up slightly, his broad shoulders tensing.​"Well, damn," Daniel’s lazy voice cut through the silence. He strolled over from a different section, carrying a heavy, olive-green bomber jacket with reinforced lining. He stopped a few feet aw

  • Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection   I Have A Jacket On, Don't I?

    The tires of the sedan crunched against the gravel as Daniel brought the vehicle to a smooth stop outside the main foyer doors.​"Your carriage awaits, boss," Daniel called back, pushing open the driver's side door to stretch his long legs. The lazy smirk was back on his face, though he smartly kept his distance from Lucien's immediate arm-reach. "I picked out the high-end commercial district downtown. Discreet, exclusive, and they definitely won't mind if we walk in smelling faintly of harbor diesel, gun powder and burnt pride."​"Just drive, Daniel," Lucien muttered, stepping past me to open the rear door of the sedan.​He didn't get in first this time. Instead, he gripped the top of the door frame, his posture naturally defensive, his sharp eyes scanning the high stone walls and the outer perimeter one last time before his gaze fell back to me. He gestured for me to slide onto the leather seats.​I climbed inside, the faint scent of expensive leather and gun oil instantly wrappin

  • Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection   Mixed Feelings

    My brain temporarily short-circuited. My face was burning so hot I was convinced steam was about to start pouring out of my ears.‘​I wouldn't mind being a pervert just for you.’???​Who says that?! And with that level of absolute, unbothered confidence?​"You are unbelievable," I choked out, but instead of backing away, I let my irritation override my embarrassment. I took a half-step forward, sticking my face out slightly toward him and narrowing my eyes. "Do you have a problem with my wardrobe?"​"I do, actually," Lucien countered smoothly, entirely unfazed as his eyes locked onto mine.​"And what exactly is your issue with it?"​"I want to see more skin," he said.​"Ah, you really are a pervert," I hissed. But strangely, my body didn't retreat. I stood my ground, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and I didn't even slap his hand away as he slowly brought it up, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching my chin to tilt my face higher.​"I told you, sweetheart," Luc

  • Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection   A Problem

    "It doesn't sound like you're just receiving visions, sweetheart. It sounds as if you actually lived it."​I flinched, my heart skipping a violent beat. My fingers tightened against the stone railing until my knuckles turned stark white. I hadn't told him the full truth—I hadn't told him that I was a regressor who had watched the world rot for five years. If he knew I was from the future, I don't know what would happen but I have a feeling that the power dynamic would shift entirely.​I forced my expression to freeze, quickly masking the panic behind a cool, detached facade.​"The revelation came broadly," I lied smoothly, holding his intense gaze without blinking. "When I first saw this apocalyptic future, it was a large collection of information. I didn't just see pictures. I was forced to feel the terror, the sights, and the exact mechanics of how civilization falls. I know how they move because I've felt the weight of the in my head. It's as if… I lived it myself."​Lucien search

  • Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection   For you, I'll Make An Exception

    The SUV smoothly rolled past the wrought-iron security gates of the Giovanni estate.​If the Onyx Club penthouse was a monument to Lucien’s modern, public-facing wealth, this place was a testament to the old-money, iron-fisted legacy of his family bloodline. Nestled on a sprawling, secluded plot of land far from the chaotic grid of the city center, the estate looked like a modern fortress disguised as a luxury manor. A high stone wall, topped with discreet security wiring and high-end surveillance cameras, snaked around the entire premises, completely cutting it off from the outside world.​Daniel expertly navigated the vehicle up the long, winding cobblestone driveway lined with towering oak trees.​"Home sweet home," Daniel announced lazily, throwing the vehicle into park right in front of the massive, grand entrance. "No reporters, no Falcone snakes, and plenty of room for a magician slash prophet to store her baseball bats."​As soon as the engine died, a pair of guards in dark

  • Apocalypse Rebirth: Under The Mad Dog's Protection   You Can Have Whatever You Want, Sweetheart

    Lucien didn't say anything at first. The dark, intense gravity in his eyes lingered, absorbing the raw weight of my words. A man like him, who had built an empire on blood and intimidation, understood violence—but he understood it within the rules of a structured world. He didn't yet comprehend a world where the structures themselves were torn down and eaten alive.​Slowly, he leaned back into the leather seat, his gaze shifting to the window as if trying to picture the clean, glass-and-steel skyline covered in ash and ruin.​"We're changing venues," Lucien said suddenly, his voice low and decisive.​Daniel’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, tracking the shift in his boss's posture. "Not going back to the Club, boss?"​"No. We're heading to the family estate," Lucien muttered, a calculating look crossing his face. "The penthouse is fine for business, but we need a change of scenery. Somewhere quiet where we can map this out without any distractions."​"The estate?" Daniel let out

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