Love could conquer all.
But that doesn't necessarily mean it's for the right reasons.
Conquering something, someone, is like owning them. Another useless trinket that sits on the shelf, disregarded and forgotten yet still trapped and possessed.
Is that how he felt about me? Was I just another face in a photo album?
YOU ARE READING
The Wolf with the Red Roses
Short StoryA girl who had everything to gain. A boy who had everything to lose. A fool's bargain that will change them forever. Would you give yourself to the Wolf with the Red Roses?
