🖤 Tides and Thrones — The Reception
The reception sparkled. Wisteria slipped away—barefoot, breathless, burning. Behind the palm, Ceto was waiting.
“Say it,” she dared. “You’ve always looked like my ruin,” he answered. And then he kissed her—like drowning, like breaking. But he pulled away. Again. “This is wrong.” “No,” she snapped. “It’s cowardice.” She left him in the shadows, still watching. Still afraid. And she was done waiting.
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