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Only To Me

LETTURE 204
Voti 1
Parti 17
Tempo 57m

LETTURE 204
Voti 1
Parti 17
Tempo 57m

beleive cage captive desire destruction devotion historical king love manipulation marriage mind naivity oblivion obsession possessive power psychological queen toxic

"He never needed to cage her. She closed the door herself." 

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Elira believed she had found her storybook romance: a powerful king, fierce to all but gentle only with her. 
A man who ruled with fire yet touched her with flowers.

A protector who would never let anyone harm her.

To her, his jealousy was passion.
His control, security.
His possessiveness, devotion.

She mistook the cage for a castle

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This story isn't real.
It's set in a world of kings and crowns, devotion and control - a place where everything is a little too much.

But somewhere in the middle of writing it,
something real leaked through.

I didn't plan this. I was just playing with words and AI,
trying to forget a few things.
Trying to get through the aftertaste of something that looked like love,
but wasn't.

So no - this isn't meant to be deep, or healthy, or even realistic.
It's just me, reshaping something ugly into something that feels finished.Tutti i diritti riservati

beleive cage captive desire destruction devotion historical king love manipulation marriage mind naivity oblivion obsession possessive power psychological queen toxic

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