held, not controlled

held, not controlled

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, May 2, 202611h 6m
freya came to college to start over, not to let anyone in. After a toxic past, she trusts no one but herself. Then she meets malachi - steady, protective, and nothing like the people who broke her. He doesn't push. He doesn't control. He just shows up. Slowly, Freya learns that being held doesn't mean losing herself... and that some people stay because they care, not because they want power.
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