The Villain Origin Story
The Girl Made Monstrous by a Failed Love
I loved a shadow. It carved me into something sharp.
You can call me bitter, broken, even cruel—I’ve worn worse names like perfume. I once believed in a hand to hold, a fire to warm me, and I gave it everything. What I became when it turned cold? A masterpiece of wreckage. I don’t seek revenge. I am it. I live like a poem written in the aftermath, each word a blade wrapped in velvet.
What I'm Into: empty wine glasses, abstract paintings that scream, the weight of absence, midnight conversations that never happened, graceful exits
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