But I never expected to love her. Her fire. Her defiance. Her silence that screamed louder than any threat. Even her scars—they undid me. They reminded me of mine. She burned through the rage I’d spent years perfecting, cracked through walls I swore no one would ever touch again. And I fell. Hard. Deep. Obsessed. I love her so much I can’t breathe in her absence. Every second without her feels like drowning in a world made of knives. My chest is a locked cage—no key, no mercy. But I realized it too late. Because by the time I saw her for what she truly was—not Seraphina’s daughter, not my
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