Guarded Obsession

They called her a killer,

but no one asked if she had ever been a child.

Not really.



They saw the blood,

never the bruises beneath her soul.

They heard the verdict,

not the silence in her screams.



She remembers



The cold clang of the cell door.

The courtroom whispers sharp as knives.

The world turned its back and never once looked over its shoulder.



Her name became ash on the tongues of those who once loved her.

Ryena.



Burned from the records.

Carved into infamy.



But truth hides where no one dares to look.



Her mother’s eyes didn’t hold fear that night

they held farewell.



And the man who bled out in front of her wasn’t the monster they claimed.

He was her father.

Real. Fragile. Human.

Dead.



And Ryena?

She was just a girl with fire in her veins

and chains on her wrists.



They locked her away,

filed her under codes and experiments,

branded her as unstable,

an error in their perfect plan.



But even a broken clock can count down.

Even a shattered girl can become a storm.



Now, she walks free,

with eyes full of vengeance

and a heart stitched together by secrets and rage.



They wanted to make a weapon.



They forgot that fire does not obey.



She has returned

not as a victim,

but as a reckoning.



And the man with cold eyes and warm hands,

the one who guards her like a duty

and fights her like a flame

he may just be the one thing that saves her…



…or the match that burns her final page.