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WRENLEE

There’s no way to explain the damage that’s been done to me.

No words for the lies, the deception—the way he twisted my life into his own personal game. A game I never agreed to play.

Men in masks surround me, both literally and metaphorically. They are dangerous, unforgiving men who rule this world with blood and cruelty.

And him. The one who stands above them all. The one who thinks he can break me, own me.

He’s fucking insane if he believes I’ll ever be his.

But it doesn’t matter what I want. It never did.

He punishes those who stand in his way. He bound my soul to his without permission.

Made me his captive, his obsession. My body, my mind, my very breath—he claims them as his.

And worst of all?

I don’t know if I can fight him anymore.

WINTER

I was ordered to remove them like pieces on a chessboard, set the trap, and destroy her world.

And I did.

I loved the game, needed the game. But what I never expected was to crave her—the one girl no one was supposed to touch.

The one her father would kill me for even looking at.

Now, I don’t just want to own her.

I want to consume her.

She’s fire, and I want to burn in her. She’s destruction, and I want to be ruined.

Her blood runs through my veins like a drug; her pain feeds me, and I want every single piece of her.

She says she hates me. I fucking hope she does. Because love would be so much worse.