The days blurred into an oppressive haze for Elara, each moment consumed by the suffocating presence of Prince Alistair. His grip on her life tightened with every passing hour, his insistence that she stay at the estate a constant, unyielding force. Every glance, every touch, every word from him was laced with a possessiveness that made her skin crawl.
She had tried to escape, had begged for freedom, but each attempt had been met with resistance. Alistair’s obsession was not a passing fancy; it was a consuming fire that burned through everything in its path. He had become the air she breathed, the shadow that clung to her every move.
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