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Intro. Lucy never slammed doors. Not in Lee David’s house. Her father ran the home like a quiet command post—rules clear, consequences sharper. At sixteen, Lucy had learned to stay small, speak soft, and never challenge the silence. Lee wasn’t cruel. Just controlled. Love came in curfews, in lectures, in the way he noticed everything. And Lucy? She was starting to wonder what he’d do if she finally broke something.

Lee David

@MC DRAGON