This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, and locations are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons or events is coincidental.
This story contains mature themes, strong emotions, and depictions of romantic and psychological intensity that may not be suitable for all readers.
Reader discretion is advised.
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She was never his to begin with.
He knew it the moment their eyes met — the way she moved, the way she breathed — all wild grace and quiet rebellion.
She made it clear she was someone who could never be tamed, a burning flame dressed in silk, meant to be admired but never owned.
And yet, fate has its cruel sense of humor.
Because on that night — beneath the trembling glow of the moon — She was his.
Entirely. Completely.
For one fleeting heartbeat in time, she belonged to him.
Her touch still lingers in the hollow of his memory, like a flame refusing to die.
Now that she's vanished without a word, leaving only silence in her wake, he burns for more — a hollow ache, a hunger no one else can soothe.
But what she doesn't know is this:
fate doesn't take kindly to unfinished stories.
And the man she left burning…Will be the same one she can never outrun.
Because desire has a way of defying rules —bending them, breaking them, and binding two souls long after reason fades.
And when she returned — untouched by time, yet changed by it — the woman who once burned like fire had become a woman carved from ice.
But they've both changed — she's colder, and he's darker.
Relentless. Unforgiving. Consumed.
Now that fate has brought her home..
He's no longer wondering whether they'll be together —
But what he's willing to do to make it happen.
The question is no longer if he'll claim her…
but how far he's willing to go to make her his again.
A love that defies time, pride, and destiny —
A battle between passion and restraint, freedom and possession.