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Towards Her.
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Kavira Hiraeth ♥
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The Cure Is you In His Arms.
°SERENA° At first, I thought it was a dream—a cruel, beautiful trick of my mind. Because there was no way this was real. Adrian. Walking. With his own legs. Without assistance. Without crutches. Without a single hand gripping his arm for support. I forgot how to breathe. The chandeliers blurred. The murmuring crowd, the soft clinking of glasses, the swirling silks of dancers—all of it faded into nothing. The world ceased to exist beyond him. My mind scrambled, tripping over itself, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Because this wasn’t supposed to be possible. And yet, there he was. Moving. Toward me. I was still in a daze, trying to process everything that had happened—and was still happening—when his voice snapped me back. “Dance with me.” My heart stuttered. I must have misheard him. Because surely, he wasn’t suggesting— No. No, no, no. Dancing? In front of all these people? With him? Panic curled in my stomach. This was a setup. A trap.
Last Updated : 2025-02-26The Cure Is you Rightfully Mine.
°ADRIAN° "How dare you hide this from us, Adrian Royce!" For a moment, my body stiffened at the sharp voice of one of the Royce family elders. I had expected this—planned for it, even. But the timing? It couldn’t have been worse. Couldn't he have waited a damn minute? I had been content, Serena still in my arms from our dance. Thank the stars she had left her heels behind, or my feet would have suffered. And for once—just once—I had allowed myself to enjoy something. But of course, he had to ruin it. I steadied Serena beside me before turning to face him. “Uncle,” I greeted, my voice smooth, calculated. Serena, however, had gone utterly silent. That sharp tongue of hers—the one that had so often challenged me—had vanished. And once again, I was reminded that she was still just an eighteen-year-old girl caught in the middle of a storm far beyond her understanding. “I’m not here for greetings, Adrian,” my uncle snapped. “Why was this not brought to us? Do you not respect your eld
Last Updated : 2025-02-27The Cure Is you He Remembered.
°SERENA° When Adrian said he had a surprise for me, I didn’t expect we’d be driving for nearly half an hour. Not that I was complaining—okay, maybe just a little—but could he at least hint at where we were going? The suspense was killing me. Worse, I was trapped in a car with him, my traitorous mind running laps around itself. Because, let’s be honest—Adrian Royce was impossible. One moment, he was the sharp-tongued, commanding force of nature who shut down an entire room of powerful, greedy relatives. And the next? He was just a man—mysterious, unreadable, but a man nonetheless—sitting beside me in this car, acting as if he hadn’t just declared war on half his family. And worse? I was staring. Not obviously! Just… a little. His fingers drummed against his thigh, his jaw absurdly sharp under the dim glow of the dashboard. He had this perpetual look of someone who had seen too much, but his eyes… God, his eyes carried a weight I didn’t know how to decipher. You’re doin
Last Updated : 2025-03-01The Cure Is you A Forgotten Connection.
°SERENA° I was overwhelmed. Completely, utterly, and helplessly overwhelmed. Adrian had always been unpredictable, but this… this was something else entirely. Why? Why would he do this? Why would he go to such lengths—just for me? I had expected many things from him—sarcasm, teasing, that insufferable smirk he wore so well. But never this. Never something so thoughtful, so unexpected, so… breathtaking. It wasn’t just that he was walking—though that alone was enough to shatter me in the best possible way. It was everything else, too. The effort behind it. The way he had taken something impossible and turned it into reality. The way he had done it for no other reason than me. My mind struggled to process it, my heart too full to contain what I was feeling. How could someone like him—someone who pretended not to care—do something so perfect? And why… why did it make me want to cry? I blinked rapidly, but the tears spilled anyway, my chest tight, my throat aching. I fel
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°ADRIAN° "Yeah. When I was little. I don’t remember much, but I do remember a garden. A huge one, filled with flowers of every kind. And… there was a boy. He was locked up. Or something." The moment the words left her lips, my world tilted. I froze. My breath stilled. My pulse thundered so violently it rattled inside my ribs. No. No, it couldn't be. But my body knew it before my mind could catch up. My skin prickled, my chest tightened, and something deep—something buried—something I had spent years trying to silence rose to the surface with a force that shattered through me. She’s that girl. Fuck, she’s that girl. The one I searched for. The one I never stopped looking for. The little girl who saved me. Air turned thick, lodging in my throat like something immovable. I felt it pressing down on my ribs, squeezing, suffocating. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as memories I had forced myself to forget came rushing back with brutal clarity. The cold, e
Last Updated : 2025-03-03The Cure Is you Scars Of The Past.
°ADRIAN° "I was never meant to leave that place alive." The words spill out before I can stop them, raw and unfiltered. A truth I never dared to say aloud. The room is too small, too suffocating, and yet, for the first time, there’s nowhere to run. No darkness to retreat into. Serena is watching me. But I don’t meet her eyes. Because if I do… If I do, I might see something I can’t bear— Pity. Horror. Or worse—understanding. And I don’t deserve that. Not after everything. "I was five when my mother died." The words scrape my throat, sharp and jagged. I’ve buried them for so long, convinced myself they didn’t matter anymore. But now they’re here, clawing their way out, refusing to stay silent. "They told me it was an illness. A weak heart. Something unavoidable." A fucking lie. A beautifully packaged, carefully spun lie. Because I remember her. I remember how she’d stroke my hair, humming lullabies in the softest voice. How she’d press kisses to my f
Last Updated : 2025-03-04The Cure Is you His Kiss.
°SERENA° I couldn't process what was happening. One second, Adrian was telling me he would never love, his voice so hollow it made my chest ache. His tone—detached, almost cruel—had made it clear that I didn’t matter to him. And the next— His lips crashed against mine. The force of it sent a sharp gasp from my lungs, my entire body seizing in shock. His grip was unrelenting, fingers digging into my waist as if anchoring himself to me. His lips moved with raw urgency, stealing breath, stealing thought—stealing everything but the sharp, intoxicating awareness of him. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, almost punishing—like he was branding himself into me in a way words never could. The taste of him—dark, heady, laced with the remnants of bitter wine—spread across my tongue, and my senses drowned in him. His scent was everywhere, intoxicating—a mix of rain-dampened fabric, something woody, something unmistakably Adrian. I froze, my mind spiraling in the sh
Last Updated : 2025-03-05The Cure Is you A Warning.
°ADRIAN° Silence stretched between us—not suffocating, but oddly comforting. Her words still echoed in my mind. "I'm not leaving." I didn’t know what she meant. Maybe I didn’t want to. But for once, I wasn’t searching for answers. Instead, I shifted, moving beside her and leaning back against the wall, stretching my legs as I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. She didn’t question my distance. Didn’t try to fill the quiet with unnecessary words. I was grateful for that. Because none of this was supposed to happen. I had played out a hundred ways this night could end. But not this. Not standing in front of the girl who once saved me—only to find out she was Serena. Not kissing her. Fuck. I kissed her. And I could still taste it. The sweetness of her lips—faint, like chocolate melting on my tongue. The way her breath hitched when I pulled her closer. How she responded—hesitant at first, then something deeper, something raw. I closed my eyes, bu
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°SERENA° “SERENA!” Cassandra’s scream rang through the cold stone halls, but before I could answer, rough fingers latched onto my arm—tight, urgent. I knew from the grip, from the sheer force, that it was a man. Instinct took over. I clenched the small knife she’d slipped into my hand earlier, spun, and slashed hard. My blade met flesh, and a choked gasp followed. Warm blood sprayed across my skin. A vein. I’d aimed for it. This would weaken Victor. It had to. We needed just enough time— “Ah… Serena!” That voice. My heart skipped and I turned sharply, breath caught in my throat. “Fred?” I gasped. His eyes were wide with pain, his hand clutched tight, blood flowing between his fingers like a river he couldn’t stop. My stomach dropped. Shit. What have I done? “Shit! Why did you grab me?” I was at his side before I finished speaking, panic clawing at my throat. He winced, and I didn’t wait—I tore a strip from my shirt, the fabric protesting with each tug. My f
The Cure Is you An Escape.
°SERENA° Victor didn’t respond to my insult. Not with words. Just his eyes—sharp as shattered ice, cold as steel, burning with fury. He stared at me like I was the last stain on his empire, and he was ready to scrub me off the face of the world. But only if staring could kill. “I’ll let you think about obedience,” he muttered, snatching up his phone. “Maybe the next time I walk through that door, you’ll have learned your place.” He turned. Walked. The door creaked—slow, deliberate. Then slammed. The sound ripped through the room like a gunshot. And then, silence. Not peace. Never peace. But a tense, eerie quiet clung to the air like smoke after a blaze—thick, choking, haunted. Still, for the first time since I was dragged into this nightmare, I wasn’t afraid of the silence. I welcomed it. I exhaled—slow, shaky. My lungs trembled like they were just relearning how to breathe, my chest sore as if someone had punched the life out of me and left behind an ache n
The Cure Is you A Leverage.
°SERENA° I woke up with a sharp jolt, my head dizzy and heavy, as if it had been struck by a hammer. My eyes fluttered open, but the world spun in a blur. Where am I? Last I remembered, I was with Tim. We were supposed to go to Nina’s house. I could still feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, the laughter in the air as we joked about old memories... But now? Now, I was here. I blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light filtering through cracked windows. The room smelled musty, like damp wood and stale air. My fingers tingled from the tightness of the ropes around my wrists, and my legs were bound just as tightly to the legs of the chair. The cold wood beneath me seemed to seep through my clothes, making my skin crawl. How did I end up here? Why am I here? Panic started to claw at my chest as I tugged at the ropes, the rough fibers scraping against my skin. My heart hammered in my chest, every beat a reminder that I was trapped. I tried to recall how I got to this hellish p
The Cure Is you A Betrayal.
°ADRIAN° "Yes. And it begins with—" My phone rang. A shrill, stabbing sound that cut through the room like a blade. I stopped mid-sentence, breath caught mid-chest. Fuck. Annoyed, I pulled it from my pocket—half-ready to snap at whoever dared to— Then the world dropped out from under me. Victor’s face filled the screen. Smiling. No—grinning, smug and twisted, like he’d won a game I didn’t even know we were still playing. His eyes sparkled with something feral, something unholy. Then the camera tilted. My heart turned to stone. Serena. Tied to a chair. Hair clinging to her face, her lips cracked, trembling. A bruise darkened one cheek—deep, fresh. Like someone had slammed their palm across her face. "Adrian..." she whispered. And I couldn’t breathe. Air wouldn’t come. My lungs were locked in ice. He hit her? HE FUCKING HIT HER? My hands clenched around the phone, trembling with barely controlled violence. I could feel the heat rise up my neck, my chest—
The Cure Is you Love and Ruin.
°EVELYN° Adrian Royce. The Royce heir stood before me—just as he had five years ago—unflinching, unreadable, and devastatingly composed. But he wasn’t the same boy I once pitied. No. That shattered boy with a broken spine was long gone. In his place stood a man carved from silence and sharpened by betrayal. And in his eyes, I saw every secret I thought I had buried claw its way back to the surface. Was this the reckoning I had feared? The collapse of everything I had built with blood, deception, and a twisted kind of love? He didn’t speak. Just walked in with the quiet arrogance of someone who owned the air I breathed—like he knew exactly what it cost me to stand tall. Behind him, that bastard friend of his carried the file—that file—the one that should’ve remained ash and dust. Five years of silence, and still, Adrian found a way to exhume the corpses I buried with trembling hands. I shouldn’t have arranged his marriage. Not to Serena. It was Anna who was meant for
The Cure Is you Everything Ends.
°ADRIAN° The door closed with a soft thud. Almost fragile. But it echoed like a gunshot in my skull. She left. And once again, what should’ve felt like a home felt like a mausoleum. Just blocks of bricks and the ghosts of her laughter echoing through the silence. My fingers curled into fists at my sides. I hadn’t moved from where I stood—hadn’t dared. My chest felt hollow, like something had been ripped out of me. A vacuum. A space where love used to live. I let her go. No—worse. I asked her to leave. I told her it was for the best. That I was a mess. But the truth is… I didn’t know what else to do. And now the air reeked of her absence. Her scent still clung to the couch where she curled up with her books. Her favorite sweater still hung off the chair, half-folded. And the food she cooked... it sat on the table. Untouched. Growing cold. She hadn’t eaten. And I pushed her out anyway. Where would she go? To her father? The man who poisoned her. The sa
The Cure Is you Why Now?!
°SERENA° "Adrian, please… just look at me." But he doesn’t. His eyes stay locked on the floor like it’s safer there—like if he dares to meet mine, he’ll fall apart. His posture rigid, fists clenched, his chest rising and falling with staggered breaths. He looks calm from a distance, but I know him better than that. I can feel the war inside him. "I'm not my father," I whisper, barely audible. "You know that, don't you?" A hollow, bitter laugh slips from his lips. It cuts deeper than silence. Like it was pulled from a place inside him that’s long been bleeding. "I don't know anything anymore, Serena." "You know me." My voice trembles. "You listened to me when no one else did. You saw parts of me I never showed anyone. Did you forget all that?" His head lifts slowly, like it takes everything in him to meet my gaze. His eyes are bloodshot, swollen with grief, and when they finally meet mine—something inside me breaks. It feels like glass shattering in my chest. "I don’t wa
The Cure Is you Hollow Silence.
°SERENA° I waited. Every tick of the clock was a hammer against my chest. Today was his day—Adrian’s moment to finally expose the rotting truth buried in his family’s legacy. To drag it all out into the light and put an end to the years of silence and pain. He'd seemed calm this morning, eerily composed. But I knew better. I’d learned the language of his silence—the slight clench of his jaw, the way his eyes refused to settle, the rigid calm he wore like armor. Adrian’s relationship with pain was like his shadow—always there, never fully seen. And something about that stillness unsettled me. He wasn’t okay. Time trickled by. I kept glancing at the door, expecting to hear footsteps, a knock, something. But the hours crawled forward and still, no sign of him. He should have let me come with him. I told him I should have gone. What if the truth got twisted again? What if those people—his blood, his enemies—found a new way to spin the lies? What if his fury, raw and just, was
The Cure Is you Tastes Like Blood.
°ADRIAN° “You will speak, Evelyn, or I will make sure your silence costs you everything.” My grandfather’s voice thundered again, shaking the walls with its wrath. Evelyn’s lips trembled, but she said nothing. Not another word. The air grew heavy—thick with unspoken truths. I could hear my own breath, shallow and uneven, battling the quiet that now felt louder than any scream. And suddenly, justice didn’t feel like justice anymore. It felt like heartbreak—dressed in the finest robe of truth—standing before me, unforgiving. I wasn’t just here to avenge my mother anymore. Now I had to ask myself a question I never thought I would— Had I ever truly known the woman I loved? “Charles Cooper,” Evelyn finally whispered. My head snapped toward her, eyes narrowed, heart pounding so loud it echoed in my ears. “Remember why your mother was hospitalized?” she said, her voice like a blade sliding through silk. “Because he poisoned her.” The room went still. My breath caugh
