Cain

CAIN
They say obsession is a sin.
But when you’ve been hollowed by torment and shaped by vengeance, with no light or mercy left inside, obsession is the only thing that feels real.
I never asked for redemption, and I never believed in salvation.
Until I met her.
Fragile, like a rose blooming through concrete, too delicate for the world I rule and exist.
Now I need her light like it’s the only thing keeping me human. Her touch quiets the violence, her presence silences the chaos.
I need her in ways I can never say, in ways that make the dead parts of me feel alive.
I found freedom in the woman who was never free.
They say obsession is a sin.
And I’m ready to burn for it.

KATERINA
He was the man who stepped out of a fairytale, wrapped in charm and danger.
But fairytales lie, and I learned the truth too late.
He wasn’t the hero of my story. He was the villain in disguise.
And now here I am, trapped in a gilded cage, swearing I’d never fall for the one who stole my freedom.
Yet I did.
Because in captivity, I found a strange kind of comfort. Like the glass placed around a rose to protect it from the world.
He is my poison, my weakness, the bane that keeps me alive.
And no matter how hard I try, I cannot turn away.