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"You did well," Marcus said. Like it was a fact. Like it wasn't up for debate.

Because the better he felt, the more he wanted the big hit. The one he used to chase. The all-consuming, destructive, I-would-die-for-you intensity that had wrecked every relationship he'd ever had. love junkie sub

It worked because Marcus was careful. He never let Cory scene when he was already raw. He checked his pupils, his pulse, his emotional state like a nurse taking vitals. He gave Cory tasks during the week—journaling, calling a friend, eating a real meal—not as kinky assignments but as care . "You did well," Marcus said

He didn't plan to. He just… drifted. The way a junkie drifts toward the bad part of town. He sat on a stool, ordered a soda, and within twenty minutes, a man named Derrick was buying it for him. Derrick was handsome in an unsafe way—sharp jaw, sharper smile. He leaned in close and said, "You look like someone who needs to be told what to do." Because the better he felt, the more he wanted the big hit

When it was over, he walked home in the rain. He didn't cry. He just felt the familiar, awful emptiness—the comedown after the crash. The proof that he was nothing but a thing to be consumed.