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The Ballad of a Bad Man

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The Ballad of a Bad Man

 


                        ᏐᏁ⳨ᎯᎷᎩ
                   ⁽ᴸᴼᴼᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴬ ᴰᴼᵂᴺ ᴿᴼᴸᴱ⁻ᴾᴸᴬᵞ ᴾᴬᴿᵀᴺᴱᴿ⁾


     ᔆᵁᴹᴹᴬᴿᵞ Detective Nico Sayid (Kian Idris) built a reputation as one of the best undercover cops
      on the force—until the night his fiancée was murdered in front of him by the crime syndicate
      he was infiltrating. Days before their wedding, she became their message: we own you.
      And Nico has never forgiven himself.
                           Now, three years later, he sits in the office of Dr.
      Elowen ʽWinnieʼ Hartley, a therapist who seems to understand him in ways no one else ever
      could. With her quiet persistence, Nico begins to unravel the guilt and trauma that have chained
      him to the past. But when the syndicate resurfaces, he is dragged back into a world he swore to
      leave behind—and the carefully built walls between his therapy and his duty begin to crumble.

              Until one night, on surveillance, he sees the unthinkable.
            His therapist. On the arm of the very man who destroyed his life.

      Elowen has no idea the man she loves is a monster. She has no idea that her new patient, Nico,
      is the same cop who once lived under a false name—Kian—inside her boyfriend’s empire. And
      she has no idea that she is walking straight into a war—one that will force Nico to choose between
               vengeance and the one woman who could heal him.

      But the deeper Nico digs, the more he realizes nothing about Elowen is as simple as it seems.
        Was she ever just Victor’s girlfriend... or has she been keeping secrets of her own?

      A story of obsession, betrayal, and the thin line between love and destruction, this psychological
       thriller asks:         Can two people broken by the same man save each other—
             or will they burn together in his shadow?             ᴾᴸᴼᵀ ᴰᴱᔆᑦᴿᴵᴾᵀᴵᴼᴺ


                   Nico Sayid (Kian Idris)⸺Zayn Malik
                      ᵂᴴᴼ ᴵᔆ ᴴᴵᔆ ᴱᴸᴼᵂᴱᴺˀ ་ ᴰᴬᴿᴱ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴱᔆᔆᴬᴳᴱ




                       
They say time dulls the blade. That grıef loses its edge if you let enough days stack like bricks; between you and the moment it split you open. But whoever said that never had to watch the light leave the eyes of the only person who ever believed you weren’t what the badge made you.
They say time dulls the blade. That grıef loses its edge if you let enough days stack like bricks
Her name still tastes like smoke and iron on my tongue. The night they took her from me, the city; didn’t change—cars still crawled down wet streets, neon still burned holes in the dark—but I did. I was reborn in her blood, into something heavier, something half-alive.
Her name still tastes like smoke and iron on my tongue. The night they took her from me, the city
ᴷᴵᴬᴺ ᴵᴰᴿᴵᔆˑ The man I became to crawl into the belly of monsters and pretend I belonged there.; But names don’t save you. They don’t shield the people you love. She paid for mine with her life.
ᴷᴵᴬᴺ ᴵᴰᴿᴵᔆˑ The man I became to crawl into the belly of monsters and pretend I belonged there.
Now all I have are these four ɯαlls, this silence that hammers louder than gunfire, and a; therapist who asks me what I see when I close my eyes.
Now all I have are these four ɯαlls, this silence that hammers louder than gunfire, and a
I see ᴴᴱᴿˑAlways ᴴᴱᴿˑStanding at the edge of every dream, reminding me that love was once; a fire, and I was the fool who thought I could walk through it and not burn the world down.
I see ᴴᴱᴿˑAlways ᴴᴱᴿˑStanding at the edge of every dream, reminding me that love was once
The truth is, I’ve been living in her grαve ever since. And some nights, I’m not sure if I’m the; one buried there.
The truth is, I’ve been living in her grαve ever since. And some nights, I’m not sure if I’m the
They told me—therαpч—might help. That speaking the truth out loud could stitch the wounds I keep; opening in silence. I didn’t believe them.
They told me—therαpч—might help. That speaking the truth out loud could stitch the wounds I keep
But then ᔆᴴᴱwalked in—calm eyes, steady voice—like she’d been taught how to move; through broken places without cutting herself on the glass.
But then ᔆᴴᴱwalked in—calm eyes, steady voice—like she’d been taught how to move
ᴰᴿˑ ᴴᴬᴿᵀᴸᴱᵞ asks me questions no one else dares to. What I saw that night. What I felt when the; gun pressed against her temple. What I feel now when the nightmares wake me choking. I don’t answer everything. Some things are mine to bleed on alone.
ᴰᴿˑ ᴴᴬᴿᵀᴸᴱᵞ asks me questions no one else dares to. What I saw that night. What I felt when the
But the way she ɯαıts—not pushing, not retreating—it unsettles me. Like she’s peeling back; the scar tissue I’ve worn as armor and finding the raw skin beneath. Yet here I am, watching her words slip under my skin, steady as poison, gentle as salvation.
But the way she ɯαıts—not pushing, not retreating—it unsettles me. Like she’s peeling back
I came to her to bury the pαst. Instead, I feel it shifting, restless, like it knows something’s; about to unravel.
I came to her to bury the pαst. Instead, I feel it shifting, restless, like it knows something’s
Maybe... —I’m ᴺᴼᵀ afraid of losıng mчself anymore. Maybe I’m afraid of finding myself in her.
Maybe... —I’m ᴺᴼᵀ afraid of losıng mчself anymore. Maybe I’m afraid of finding myself in her.

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