Page 102 of Cyber Revenge

“But then you came.”

A tear slips down my cheek, and I don’t care.

“You didn’t just protect me. You saw me. You saw all the broken pieces, and instead of running… You stayed.”

My voice cracks, but I push through, my heart pounding as I pour every ounce of emotion into my words.

“You put me back together. Piece by piece. You gave me something I never thought I’d have again… you gave me a reason to feel alive.”

Trip’s eyes soften, the intensity in his gaze shifting to something deeper.

“You’re not just my protector, Trip.”

I swallow hard, my fingers trembling as I brush them over the mask that hides his face.

“You’re my home.”

The wind rustles through the trees, carrying my words like a prayer.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. “With everything I am. I choose you. Every day. Forever.”

His eyes…

God, his eyes.

Trip’s hand cups my face, his thumb brushing away the tear that slips down my cheek as he leans in, his forehead pressing gently against mine.

“Lydia…” His voice is a whisper, but it echoes through me, filling every crack, every empty space I thought would never be whole again.

“I’ve lived my life in the shadows.” His voice is rough, raw, the weight of his words pressing down on my heart. “I never thought I’d get out. I didn’t think I deserved to.”

His thumb traces my bottom lip; his touch is featherlight, but it grounds me to this moment.

“But then I saw you.” His lips brush against mine, just a ghost of a touch, but it sets my entire body on fire.

“I watched you. Fell for you. And I knew…” His voice drops lower, the emotion in it making my breath hitch. “I’d burn the whole fucking world down if it meant keeping you safe.”

A tear slips down his cheek, and my heart clenches so hard it hurts.

“You’re not just mine, killstreak. You’re my everything, my entire universe.”

His forehead presses against mine, his breath mingling with mine as he whispers the words that seal this moment forever.

“I’ll protect you.”

“I’ll love you.”

“I’ll kill for you.”

“Forever.”

My chest tightens, and my heart pounds so hard it echoes in my ears.

“I love you,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his.

“And I love you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion.

We don’t need witnesses. We don’t need an officiant. We have each other. And that’s more than enough.

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