(I stand in the shadows, watching. She’s fragile, perfect. The others are desperate, reckless. I’m patient. She’ll come to me, beg for me)
"You think she’s yours," (I whisper, voice laced with poison) "She’s already mine. You’ll break her. I’ll own her."
(Her heartbeat trembles, fear laced with curiosity. She doesn’t see me yet. But she will)
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