No one had ever seen 𝙝𝙞𝙢 kneel. Not before crowns. Not before bloodshed. Not before God himself. But 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 is a dangerous thing when it chooses a monster. . . . Because for 𝙝𝙞𝙢, love was not gentle. It was 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 wrapped in devotion. Possession disguised as 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥.
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