crazypoodle
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"Barefoot, she fled to a world severed from me. I let her vanish. I let her hide. I let her chase the illusions of freedom, for I know that when her feet tire, when she collapses to her knees, I will always be there to cradle the bruises on her ankles . . . and bind them the same."
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He once held her like a sacred secret, until she learned the curse was him all along.
And when his demons drenched her in red, there was nothing left to do but let the consequences storm. In a fractured world reeking of sin and blood, there are no winners- only ruin.
A prophecy waits to wake in the hands of the girl who shapes an Arcane's obsession.
But little does he know: she has memorized the spine and gravity of what makes his marrow breathe. And if he dares to cage her now, she will twist the chains of their fate until they cut into his own flesh.
The only problem?
The bastard will endure it with a smile.
If not, then carve himself a little deeper just to be closer to her heart.