She kneels by her bed, a candle flickering beside her. Tears dried, voice sharp. “Let them suffer like I did. Let their love fall apart.” She clutches a photo—her ex-husband and ex-best friend. The flame dies. The air turns cold. A figure appears: tall, shadowed, with gold-tipped wings and eyes that burn with ancient hurt. Anteros. “You seek vengeance. I bring balance.” He raises a golden arrow. “They will taste the emptiness they gave you." Then he vanishes—leaving only a rose.
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