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He ruled the underworld with bloodstained hands, yet in a single moment, she became his only weakness. A girl dancing in the rain-oblivious, untouchable, and entirely out of reach. He told himself to look away, but something about her held him captive. Was it the way the storm seemed to bend around her? Or the way his pulse quickened with an emotion he couldn't name?
One glance, and he was undone. One moment, and she became the only thing he wanted. But in his world, desires were dangerous, and love was a luxury he could never afford.
And yet... he found himself silently praying to meet her again.
Love was a weakness he never entertained until her.
For her, I'd burn the world or bleed for it.
She's mine to protect, mine to love
and if anyone dares to take her from me,
they better pray for mercy. Because I have none.