The One He Chose
Adrian stood there, a smile soft as dawn, holding Henry’s hand.
“You don’t have to fight all the time,” Adrian whispered. “With me, you can breathe. With me, you can rest.”
Henry’s chest ached with longing. Adrian’s love was not battle, but balm. The one who saw him as more than a weapon or a crown.
Yet before he could speak, the roses turned to fire.
Damien: The Dangerous Desire
Damien appeared in the flames, his eyes like storm clouds, his grin both cruel and tender.
“You run from me, Henry,” Damien murmured, stepping closer. “But you feel me, don’t you? I am in your blood. In your fire. You cannot forget me, because you are me.”
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