↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐋𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 ー 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰

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Sierra's POV

I'm not a Shadow.

I have no choice but to carry their mark. This burden was forced upon me so I made it into a shield. I didn't do it for myself. I did it for my family, my friends, anyone who couldn't fight for themselves.

Young, sane Sierra would look at her future self and have a heart attack. Starting a war? It would sound so heinous to anyone outside of my shoes. It's absurd.

Hurting and killing others over the smallest of things. Inflicting pain on others. Innocents. Harmless, decent beings. Most of them have done nothing wrong.

I stopped caring when I watched my love flatline.

I lost any sense of sanity or control that day. He was suffering, we came too close to losing him. I almost lost everything because of one person's thoughtless, selfish actions.

I wanted the city to burn, so I burned it.

And I'd do it again.

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"Hug?"

While Grayson sighs, he opens his arms and lets me in. I'm thankful that he does because this is exactly what I need in this moment. Everything clicks into place when I can feel them.

"You smell nice."

"You bought the cologne."

"Makes sense." I shamelessly inhale until my lungs are filled with only him. Only then do I break away and give him some space.

He smells my lavender perfume－ hard not to since it's a strong scent. I discovered the hard way that one spritz is more than enough. It's a challenge to distinguish how he feels about it, his expression could tip either way towards like or dislike.

Every time he looks at me he pierces right through me into my soul. It's as if he's imagining every possible way to tear me apart, as sinfully as he can.

With Kaden it's different. He looks at me like it's his first time laying eyes on me. As if he can't get enough and needs to memorise every detail.

Both are maddening. Both are addicting.

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These women have been staring for some time. Nineteen minutes to be precise, ever since they sat down a few tables away. It seems we can't even enjoy a peaceful coffee anymore.

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not an idiot. I knew this would happen. People want what they can't have. If they don't feel attraction, they fear. It normally doesn't bother me but for some reason, I can feel my eye twitch.

"They're not single," one states.

"I don't care," replies the other.

I almost crush the glass in my hand. To be truthful, I wasn't always like this. I wasn't always so territorial or crazy, like many have called me.