The world had always been a battlefield, a constant struggle for survival. I was born into poverty, a world of shadows and struggle. I had to fight for everything, and claw my way to the top. I became a knight, a warrior, a man of power. I had wealth, respect, and a reputation for ruthlessness.
But something was missing.
And then I saw her, a vision of grace and beauty, trapped in a tower. She was the prize I had always desired, the jewel I would add to my collection. I saw her vulnerability, her loneliness, and I knew I could exploit it. I approached her with a mixture of charm and menace. I offered her protection, companionship, a life free from the shadows of her past.
She was drawn to me, her heart yearning for solace, for a hand to hold in the darkness. I saw her fear, her desperation, and I knew I had her in my grasp.
I was a predator.
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
I was not a knight of honor, but a knight of darkness.
I would do anything to possess her, to make her mine.
Her beauty, her strength, her vulnerability, it all ignited a fire within me, a desire that consumed me.
She was the missing piece, the one thing I had always craved.
The White Knight, a pompous fool with his shining armor and naive ideals, was a mere obstacle in my path. He was a protector, a shadow, a mere echo of the power I possessed.
He would never understand the depths of my desire, the lengths I was willing to go to achieve my goal.
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The Girl Who Loved to Bake
RomanceI was Yannah, the girl in the tower, and my story was about to begin.
