Weakness. A fascinating creature, isn’t it? It doesn’t barrel through the door with a roar. It slips in quietly, unassuming, like a shadow at dusk, until you realize it’s taken root in your bones. My weakness wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t even my own. It was crafted, meticulously, in one place: her room.
Her room. The battleground....
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