tandeshtheauthor
I woke Him. I fed Him. I watched Him write fates with my own feathers.
He was a blind God with blood on His hands-and I loved Him.
But when He asked me to write my own fate, I learned the truth.
💔 A tragic slow-burn between a divine prisoner and the God he created.
🖋 Fate, death, betrayal-and the cost of loving something you shouldn't have written.