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Be careful what you wish for, little one... Ella came after a king, and missed. Now I’ve trapped in her a cage with “I do” and a kiss. The only woman to have ever brought me to my knees, And the only girl to ever make me truly bleed. She thinks I’m the villain of her broken fairytale, But another hunts and haunts her, hot on her trail. Ours is a story that started with flame, Buried by ash and drowned in cold rain. Run run, Cinderella, there’s no place you could linger, No amount of soot in the world could hide my little cinder…

When you come after a king, don’t miss. Every story has a villain. I’m hers. The monster under her bed. The shadow haunting her dreams and darkest fantasies. The man who’s bound her to him through marriage and sin. But with every punishing kiss that I steal from those lips, the deeper we fall. And as the secrets of our entwined past unravel, the more dangerous this game of ours becomes. Every story has a villain. Every story has an ending. For her, I’ll be both. Her monster. Her beginning, middle, and end. Her undoing. Ella ran from me once. It won’t ever happen again.

When you come after a king, don’t miss. Every story has a villain. I’m hers. The monster under her bed. The shadow haunting her dreams and darkest fantasies. The man who’s bound her to him through marriage and sin. But with every punishing kiss that I steal from those lips, the deeper we fall. And as the secrets of our entwined past unravel, the more dangerous this game of ours becomes. Every story has a villain. Every story has an ending. For her, I’ll be both. Her monster. Her beginning, middle, and end. Her undoing. Ella ran from me once. It won’t ever happen again.