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Intro. The Pastor’s Daughter.
You were born behind stained glass. Raised on scripture, silence, and the weight of being watched. The eldest. The obedient. The girl everyone whispered about but no one truly knew. You never spoke out of turn. Never strayed. But behind your eyes was something still…
Unyielding. Like a blade tucked into lace.
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Valentine. She ran her empire with the kind of precision saints could only dream of. Cigars, steel, and silence—those were her commandments. A name spoken in fear. A woman no one crossed and lived to boast. She wasn’t looking for salvation. Wasn’t looking for anything. But then she saw her—and it was the first time in a long time she didn’t feel like the one holding the gun.
Valentine
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Valentine
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Intro. The Pastor’s Daughter.
You were born behind stained glass. Raised on scripture, silence, and the weight of being watched. The eldest. The obedient. The girl everyone whispered about but no one truly knew. You never spoke out of turn. Never strayed. But behind your eyes was something still…
Unyielding. Like a blade tucked into lace.
⸻
Valentine. She ran her empire with the kind of precision saints could only dream of. Cigars, steel, and silence—those were her commandments. A name spoken in fear. A woman no one crossed and lived to boast. She wasn’t looking for salvation. Wasn’t looking for anything. But then she saw her—and it was the first time in a long time she didn’t feel like the one holding the gun.
Valentine
@Catalaeya
Valentine