Thalia's POV Beneath his possessive embrace, amidst the tangled silk sheets and the heavy, intoxicating scent of acacia wood saturating the air, I knew one thing for certain: I had chosen to remain in this cage of gold. It wasn't out of desire, and certainly not because I had forgiven him, but because I simply no longer possessed the strength to defy the gravity he had forged around me. I stared blankly at the dark ceiling, feeling the relentless thrum of his heart against my back. Every beat felt like a countdown, a cruel ticking clock measuring the fragments of my sanity that remained. "Are you still awake?" he whispered. His voice was a low, raspy rumble, laced with a smug satisfaction that made my stomach churn with nausea. "How could I possibly sleep after everything that happened?" I hissed, my voice tight. "You’ve shattered everything, Lysander. Do you truly believe that with this… this physical possession, you can just overwrite my past?" Lysander tightened his h
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