──────────°˖✧✧˖°────────── 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑼𝒏𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐞 • 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 & 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬? • 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 𝑨𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒚𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 was chaos wrapped in silk,a storm disguised in elegance, a smile that could tip destinies over the edge. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 who dared the world to keep up with her, and laughed when it couldn't. Well, she was not the kind of woman who would break easily. And also not so innocent. 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒗𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 never chased her, 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐. He married her, not to tame, but to stand at the center of her wildfire and look her right in the eye. And she accepted, not out of surrender, but because even the fiercest storms choose where they want to break. The hunt is far from over. New scents rise. Old sins shift. The game isn't closing, it's changing it's face. New players arrive, each carrying a trush that can ruin, or restraint, or resurrect, the world they built. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ~𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟e. ─────────────────────── ~ 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠