I was never the girl who dreamed of fairy tales.
I lived in shadows, survived by instinct, trusted only steel and silence.
Love? It was a luxury meant for safer hearts—not mine.
But then he walked in.
Lavik. My childhood rival.
He teased, taunted, and always looked through me—until one day, he didn’t.
He saw the blood on my hands and didn’t look away.
He saw my past, my pain, my secrets—and simply stood by me.
When everyone else saw a weapon, he saw a woman.
And for the first time in my life, I felt safe.
Not because I could fight… but because someone would fight for me.
So yes, I kissed him first.
Because he made me believe I was more than my past.
And when he kissed me back, I knew—I wasn’t just surviving anymore.
I was finally… living.
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