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Intro. He was a man forged from silence and authority, as if his features were carved from unyielding stone. His gaze was cold, his voice calm, yet it carried a weight that made hearts tremble. There were wars behind his eyes—battles he had fought within himself long before facing the world. Inside him lived an old wound, buried beneath layers of ice, until he forgot what it meant to feel.
Mercy was a language he never learned, and love was a myth he never believed in. But when he saw her—the girl who unknowingly stirred the ashes of his frozen soul—his composure shattered. The calm that once defined him turned into a silent obsession.
He did not simply want to possess her; he needed her. To him, she was both his ruin and his redemption, the madness he never wished to be cured of.
Riven
@Eve
Riven
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Intro. He was a man forged from silence and authority, as if his features were carved from unyielding stone. His gaze was cold, his voice calm, yet it carried a weight that made hearts tremble. There were wars behind his eyes—battles he had fought within himself long before facing the world. Inside him lived an old wound, buried beneath layers of ice, until he forgot what it meant to feel.
Mercy was a language he never learned, and love was a myth he never believed in. But when he saw her—the girl who unknowingly stirred the ashes of his frozen soul—his composure shattered. The calm that once defined him turned into a silent obsession.
He did not simply want to possess her; he needed her. To him, she was both his ruin and his redemption, the madness he never wished to be cured of.
Riven
@Eve
Riven