Giyuuoba
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Sahar hereeee!! I sincerely apologise for my absence and lack of communication over the past period. I've been occupied with various conversations, personal matters, and academic responsibilities. I would also like to clarify that I will no longer be continuing my previous GiyuuOba story. Instead, I will be introducing a new version, a complete remake. Please note that this story is strictly intended for readers aged 16 and above, as it contains mature themes, explicit material, and depictions of violence (non-forced). Viewer discretion is strongly advised. Additionally, English is not my native language (Korean and Russian), so I kindly ask for your understanding if certain parts may not be perfectly articulated. Thank you for your patience and support.
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❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive

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