MARS
Power is a cage, and you were its finest bird—sharp-beaked, wild-eyed, born for the skies yet bound to his hand. He let you rage, let you plot. But in the end, all things in his grasp either bow or break. "How many must fall before you yield?" He was the conqueror, a king forged by war, yet you were the one who wore chains—not in the halls of power, but in his bed. He had the world at his feet, yet you were the one who defied him. Every move you made, every word you spoke, was a challenge he couldn't ignore. He broke you, shattered your land, and yet, you still burned with defiance. When he forced you into a union, a symbol of his dominance, you became a trophy he could never truly claim. And though he kept you at his side, every moment you spent in his palace, every day under his rule, was a reminder—he could never possess you fully. But you were never meant to be his. He made you his obsession instead. And now, as his jealousy simmers and his need to control you consumes him, he wonders—will your heart ever break for him, or will you simply burn everything down first?