FreakMaster1
A knife isn't evil by itself. The ribbon was never meant to stop it. Something soft was placed too close to something sharp, and everyone assumed it would be fine because it looked beautiful. It was dressed up as a romance, painted in gentle colors, framed like a story meant to be safe. But safety is fragile when it relies on denial. When fear is ignored. When love is asked to carry weight it was never meant to bare. This is a story about wanting to be held and instead being claimed. About warmth mistaken for salvation. About a world that keeps watching as control tightens slowly, carefully, until it feels like devotion. By the time anyone realizes what has been wrapped together, the blade has already cut deep, and the damage is impossible to undo.