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He was the storm—eternal, wild, and cruel.
And she was born to be his.
Marked by the wind. Feared by her village. She was born cursed—storm-touched and strange, with a wildness she can’t explain and a hunger no mortal can sate. When she escapes into the mountains to outrun the knife-edge of a life that never wanted her, something answers.
Not mercy.
Not salvation.
Him.
He has waited. He has watched. And now, he comes for her.
Not with flowers. Not with love. With wind. With wrath. With ruin.
The storm doesn’t court. It claims.
A dark fantasy of primal obsession, violent worship, and the god who has only ever wanted her.


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