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"He never needed to cage her. She closed the door herself." 🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷 Elira believed she had found her storybook romance: a powerful king, fierce to all but gentle only with her. A man who ruled with fire yet touched her with flowers. A protector who would never let anyone harm her. To her, his jealousy was passion. His control, security. His possessiveness, devotion. She mistook the cage for a castle 🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷🕸🕷 This story isn't real. It's set in a world of kings and crowns, devotion and control - a place where everything is a little too much. But somewhere in the middle of writing it, something real leaked through. I didn't plan this. I was just playing with words and AI, trying to forget a few things. Trying to get through the aftertaste of something that looked like love, but wasn't. So no - this isn't meant to be deep, or healthy, or even realistic. It's just me, reshaping something ugly into something that feels finished.
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