Lachlan
There are two kinds of people in this world.
- Those who love.
- And those who control.
Love is the most efficient form of destruction. I’ve seen it turn strength into sacrifice and leave nothing but grief in its place. People will die for it. And worse—live with the wreckage it leaves behind.
Control is different. It keeps you sharp. Distant. In command. It protects what’s yours and delivers what you want. It doesn’t ask. It takes.
The two cannot co-exist.
One weakens. The other wins.
So I choose control. Over my actions. My emotions. My empire. And my world.
Love is the ultimate reaper. It steals your breath, your heart, and in the end, your fucking soul.
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