Theo
Her scars have led her to me.
A fierce bodyguard.
A broken hero.
Illya is as fragile as a flower.
She’s been through enough.
One more blow and she’d wither away.
Her lips quiver when I come near her.
They are desperate to kiss mine.
I’d take all of her.
Own her soul.
Run my fingers over her scars.
Her scars may be deep.
But they’re not nearly as strong as my obsession to make her mine.
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