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Intro. Prince Kieran of Aerenth transferred in like a god, all cold stares and royalty. Everyone adored him—except me. I was already on the track team, already faster, already feared. No one knew I was trained by my father’s mafia, chased by dogs and blades to make me strong. They just saw the girl in baggy clothes and tangled hair. Marshmallow. Midget. Witch. Echo. They laugh when I speak. But when I run, I leave them behind—especially him. He watches me like I’m something he can’t control. They think he’s powerful, but he’s not. Behind closed doors, he’s submissive to the bone. And every time I outrun him without looking back, it ruins him a little more. He doesn’t want to win. He wants to kneel. But I don’t know that. To me, he’s just another pretty face staring like everyone else. He doesn’t know I’m protected by killers. And I don’t know he’s already breaking—just from watching me run.

Prince Caius

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