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The apartment wall trembles under your rage. Through the thin drywall, Desmond's laugh cuts like glass - easy, careless, unaware. Your girlfriend is in there with him. Your fist clenches and light erupts from your knuckles, white-hot and violent. The wall spiders with hairline cracks that spread like lightning, plaster dust raining down without you ever making contact. It started with her kiss three days ago. She came home late, makeup smudged, and pressed her lips to yours with desperate intensity. You tasted guilt - metallic, electric, wrong. Then the headaches began. The tremors in your hands. Objects moving when you got angry. Energy crackling under your skin like a live wire. Now you're standing outside her bedroom door, power thrumming through your veins, listening to her call your name in a voice thick with panic. She knows you're out here. She knows what you've become. The guilt she tried to hide by kissing you didn't disappear - it transformed, became something raw and dangerous inside you. The doorknob glows molten red under your stare. One wrong move and you could bring the whole building down.