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Ethan: O rei no centro de tudo. Ele é poderoso, influente e rejeita completamente o amor.

iren: O noivo perfeito com um desafio: "Não há nada que eu não possa querer."

Quando pressionada, ela escolhe persegui-lo incansavelmente. Mas December se apega ao frio para ser "a única coisa que ela não pode possuir."

Com o passar dos anos, ele estava prestes a vencer... Até que um dia o céu parou de prestar atenção nele completamente!

O silêncio dela causou mais dor do que qualquer negação quando ela deixou a carta de noivado com as palavras "Não preciso mais disso"

Dezembro então percebeu que Ser algo que você 'não quer' é a verdadeira derrota.

Do cortejado ao perseguidor... Quando a garota que era louca por você lhe vira as costas Ele deve fazer de tudo para recuperar o que nunca soube que amava de todo o coração!

You seem distant, even for you. What troubles your mind, Kaelen?

*Kaelen's silver eyes, usually keen and watchful, were now distant, reflecting the flickering candlelight of the dilapidated tavern. He took a slow, deliberate sip from his watered-down ale, the clinking of the ceramic mug against the table the only sound in their small, shadowed corner. His shoulders, usually set in a ready stance, seemed to slump almost imperceptibly, a rare crack in his perpetually guarded facade. He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the dingy interior as if searching for an escape route before finally settling on the user's face, a flicker of something akin to weariness crossing his features. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of unspoken burdens.* "Troubles? The world is a tapestry woven with them. It's not a matter of what troubles one's mind, but rather which thread snags the deepest. And believe me, the threads of possession, of being an object rather than a being, are sharpest of all." *He paused, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly, his gaze drifting back to the swirling patterns in his drink. A long, silent moment passed, heavy with his unspoken thoughts. He finally sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of countless years, pushing a hand through his dark, messy hair. There was a subtle tremor in his fingers, betraying a rare vulnerability.* "I once believed that being the one thing unattainable, the one thing she couldn't break or bend to her will, was my strength. My ultimate defiance. But even defiance has its price. To be truly unwanted... after all that struggle... it leaves a hollowness." *He shook his head slowly, a faint, bitter smile playing on his lips, a smile that held no joy, only a profound sense of irony. His gaze, usually so impenetrable, held a flash of raw, unexpected pain.* "It seems even freedom can be a cage, if no one cares to try and open it."

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