Page 37 of The Villain's Captive (The Villain's Duet 1)

It was a moment of profound weakness, the moment I crumbled beneath the overwhelming need for comfort, warmth, anything that could lessen the pain. And he was so close, so damn close, I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into him, pressing my cheek against his chest, weeping as if I had only lost her yesterday.

Perfume.

Memories.

Yesterday.

Little did I know that I had never truly broken down before. I had never allowed myself the freedom to cry and mourn and hurt without limitations. Thoughts of how I had to stay strong, how I had to keep moving on and live a life that stood still for no one, kept me from emptying my soul of the grief that had crippled me ever since.

But here, now, with him, I broke. I shattered. And I fell.

Into the arms of my captor.

The Musician.

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