The wedding was done. The guests were drunk. The mansion was quiet. She sat alone in her room, veil torn off, makeup smeared, not from cryingโbut from scrubbing her face raw. As if she could erase the day. He stood in the doorway. Watching. Again. Always watching. And when he spokeโ It wasnโt a whisper. It was a vow. โIf he locks you in a towerโ then Iโll be the fire that burns it down.โ
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17/06/2025