Her Cursed Prince They taught me early that love is a liability. That attachment dulls the blade. I learned differently. Love is not softness. It is a boundary drawn in bone. It is knowing exactly what is yours and standing still while the world tests you for it. I do not chase. I do not plead. I endure. And if something threatens what I have claimed, I do not raise my voice. I remove the threat. His Broken Angel Pain raised me before kindness ever could. It taught me how to stay quiet, how to stand straight, how to survive rooms that wanted me smaller. Love was never something given freely in my life. It was something I found in fragments and held with bruised hands. Maybe that makes me selfish. Maybe it makes me foolish. But when something finally feels like warmth instead of survival, I am not ready to let it go. I have let go of enough.