13 parts Ongoing MatureShe came from nothing.
Born small, weak, and unwanted.
The kind of child who should have been forgotten.
He was born with everything.
Strength in his blood, power in his name.
Praise followed him like a shadow.
She is fire-reckless, untamed, impossible to cage.
He is ice-cold, distant, his heart frozen to care for no one.
She was never meant to survive.
He was never meant to fall.
Together, they'll rewrite the rules carved into their bones.
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It smelled like earth and smoke, alive and dangerous. And then I saw him. Grim.
He stood near the fire, carved from sun and stone, scars slashing across his skin like lightning. When his storm-grey eyes locked on mine, the world tilted.
He moved toward me-slow, predatory, every step a warning. His hand shot out, rough and unyielding, dragging me close with a grip that burned.
"Don't move," he snarled, voice sharp enough to cut.
I knew who he was. Grim.
