"She didn’t just break my heart. She baptized me in sin, crowned me with chaos, and called it love.”

“Ughhh—Daddy—yes, harder! Fill me up—”

Her moans weren’t muffled.

They echoed like a damn anthem through the door I never should’ve opened.

Click.

The lock gave way.

And so did every illusion I’d ever built.

Four men.

My ex.

Her legs wide open.

My name moaned mid-thrust as if that somehow softened the betrayal.

The diamond ring I held slipped from my hand.

Tink... tink... tink...

The bouquet followed, crushed beneath the weight of something heavier than gravity.

I didn’t cry.

I watched.

I watched her become someone else.

And I?

I turned into a myth.

A monster in Versace.

The fuckboy with a god complex and trauma stitched under his skin.

.

.

.

One night stands.

No names.

Backs arched.

Moans blurred into white noise.

“Oh God—CY! Fuck me like you mean it—”

I never did.

They weren’t her.

And still, in the darkest part of my soul,

I wasn’t trying to erase Raven.

I was searching for her.

The girl from Kashmir.

Six years old.

Teeth bared.

Voice shaking.

Blood on her palm as she pulled wolves off me like a damn goddess wrapped in innocence.

A ghost in a snowstorm.

My maybe.

My beginning.

Years passed. Bodies passed.

I stopped believing.

Until one day—coffee.

Explosion.

Body.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry sir! Sorry sorry sorry sorry—”

A pastel storm tackled me.

Apologies pouring out of her like bullets.

I looked up.

And time stopped.

Those fucking eyes.

Ice blue.

Fire-laced.

Her.

She didn’t remember.

But my scars did.

And in that one goddamn second, I knew—

This wasn’t coincidence.

It was war.

And she’d be the battlefield I’d bleed for again.

I was reborn in the fire she lit.And I’d burn every kingdom down to protect the embers.

⚜️