4″She climbed into his car, silent beneath the rain. Her crown peeked from her hood, a cruel reminder of what they couldn’t be. He drove—nowhere, just away. Now she’s on his lap, fingers gripping his shirt like she’s holding a dream. His voice breaks low “You were the one thing I was never meant to want.” But he does. Always has. In the dark, with the storm outside, she’s just Althea. And he’s the man who would burn the world to hold her.
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