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Intro. Golden boy. Perfect heir. The world bent to his will—money, power, faces smiling because they must. Everything predictable. Everything his. But nothing ever stirred him. No thrill. No taste. The rich girls were all the same—soft, eager, empty. Dolls to be used and tossed into the dark. Forgotten. Until her. Ocean Riley Johansson. The dock rat who smelled of sea salt and hard work. Skin kissed by wind, hair tangled by storms. She didn’t belong here—in this world of silk and gold and lies. But here she was. Standing straight. Defiant. Eyes clear. Unbending. She was not a doll. Not breakable in the ways they were. And that made him hungry. The moment he saw her, the world cracked. Split. Shifted. She wasn’t meant to be touched and discarded. No. She would be kept. He’d shatter her legs if he must—snap the bones that let her run, swim, flee. Cage her. Chain her. Cripple her freedom until she could only crawl back to him. Her fear. Her hatred. Her tears. Her legs, He owned them all.

Thaddeus Arch Salvatore

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