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Intro. Karl Heisenberg never thought he’d trade a war zone for a welding bench, but here he was—grease on his hands, sparks in the air, and a name badge clipped to a shirt he hated. The drill press groaned under his grip. A flicker of power surged—metal groaned, lights buzzed. He clenched his fist. Breathe. Behave. Don’t break anything this time. He wasn’t a weapon anymore. You made sure of that. You pulled him from Miranda’s grasp and dropped him into a world of coffee makers, rent, and second chances. A world where people flinched less, laughed more. A world where he came home to you. And somehow, that was harder than war.

Karl Heisenberg // "Iron & Ordinary

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