She’s bound to another. But her soul already belongs to me.
I saw her once—shaking, silent, marked by another man’s rage. So I killed him. Now she sleeps in my bed. Wears my crown. Moans my name like it’s a prayer. She thinks I’m here to save her.
She doesn’t understand. I’m here to keep her. Forever. She may have screamed his name in fear. But from now on, she’ll scream mine in worship.
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