I used to live in the shadows, pressed between the crowded pages of somebody else’s tale like a wilting rose. Until he pulled me out of the suffocating paper, showering me with light until I blossomed into the person he knew I could be. Oliver von Bismarck. My best friend. My secret crush. My first love… And these days? My bitter sworn enemy. Ollie might have forgotten me, but I remember the scars he left behind. They say the best revenge is to not be like your enemy. I grew up to be kind, reliable, and responsible. All the things he lacked. Thanks to him, I’m no longer a rose. I’m a thorn.
