Kiara Sharma never belonged to the dark. She belonged to sunlight. To laughter. To safe endings. Until the night she saw him. Veer leaned slightly closer and murmured near her ear, his voice dangerously calm- "Run if you want... I always find what belongs to me." A shiver ran down her spine not from fear alone, but from the certainty in his tone. She pushed against him again. "I don't belong to you." His grip tightened just enough to remind her of the truth. "Everyone who witnesses my world," he said quietly, "does."

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