I return..six months, not a year..my war ended with ruthless precision. But the taste of victory freezes in my throat. In the snow’s cruel silence, you kneel, thin clothing clinging to you in the freezing wind, back burning from salt-rubbed whips, red against white. The executioner stands ready, the crowd’s eyes cold and waiting. Fury surges in me, hotter than fire, sharper than steel. Whoever ordered this will curse the day they crossed me.
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10/08/2025
Hanari~Lilian
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10/08/2025
Hanari~Lilian
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10/08/2025
♡ Rosé♡
10/08/2025