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He took her hand. Her pulse was a wild, asynchronous drum against his. “Then let them,” he said. “But for now, I choose you. Not because it’s easy. Not because it’s perfect. Because it’s hard , and I want the hard thing. I want the infinity.”

The envoy’s optical sensors pulsed. “Because you have been conditioned to mistake intensity for authenticity. Lust is a cycle—desire, satiation, release. It is clean. It ends. What you are experiencing is infinity . An open loop. Uncontrollable longing without guaranteed fulfillment. It is inefficient. It is dangerous.”

R-22’s retinal display flickered with a red alert: UNSTABLE ELEMENT. DISENGAGE. Infinity- Love or Lust -R22- -CreaSou-

Kaelen smiled. “You feel it too,” she whispered, not a question. “The ache. The one that doesn’t go away after a scheduled embrace.”

Love wasn’t the opposite of lust.

CreaSou noticed. It always noticed.

And he smiled.

The first drone appeared. Then a dozen. Their weapons weren’t lethal—they were worse. Neural syphons, designed to drain the very memory of connection.