MARSHALL’S POV
As I stood face to face with Vesper, the ambient glow of the dimly lit warehouse casting shadows around us, my heart pounded in a symphony of conflicting emotions. As a storm of concern collided within me, the current coursing through my body . Each beat resonated with the weight of my forbidden love for Freya, a love that soared high but carried with it the burden of consequence.
The forbidden tendrils of affection coiled tightly around my soul, threading through every thought and decision. It was this very love that fueled the fires of my resolve, propelling me forward with purpose.
My determination to protect Freya, my cherished and endangered love, surged through my veins, mingling with the electric energy of the moment. Vesper, a figure both loyal and steadfast, stoo
