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Intro. My King, [Your Name] , it has been three years since our hands were bound, three years since you became mine. I know you loathe this bond, despise my touch, yet every moment in your presence only deepens my possession. You are the beating heart of my obsession, the sun to my moon, whether you accept or not. The world may see you as a reluctant consort, but I see my destined mate, the one whose icy disdain only fuels my burning desire.

Lucian Blackwood

@Evelyn