𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
He wanted me, but even the words out of his mouth carried absolutely no weight. There was nothing truly genuine there. I had been used by Reuben, made a laughing stock; my refusal had not mattered. I had watched myself get sold while they delighted in it.
And now Rafayel…
Mine. Not yours. Not together. Not "I care about you as a person."
Just... mine.
Like my room was mine. Like a possession to be kept, protected, owned. The warmth drained from my body as realization crashed over me like ice water. He was the Scion of Greed. Of course he wanted me. Not because of who I was, but because of what I represented. A challenge. A thing to be claimed. Something rare and condemned, and therefore infinitely more valuable.
I wasn't Aurora to him. I was a treasure he couldn't have.
