Fate's Unyielding Embrace
"I'll give you a month," he said, his words shrouded in mystery, while the torment still held my mind captive. "A month?" I repeated, struggling to comprehend. "Choose between Wilbur, Phil, or me"
Faced with this decision, I contemplated my options.
If I chose Technoblade, I would be ensnared in a life of seclusion, a prized possession that no one else could gaze upon. Opting for Phil might promise love, but not the kind I had envisioned. Would it be a possessive and one-sided affection? And then there was Wilbur.