So here she is.

Running through the streets with torn lace, frozen tears, and a name burned into every whisper.

María Reynolds — the scandal, the shame, the woman they all point at like a curse in corset and silk.

She gave too much. Lost too much. And no one ever asked if she survived the wreckage.

The bruises are hidden. The scars are not.

She’s supposed to be poison, isn’t she? A warning. A warning he wrote.

But tonight, something’s different.

She ran — not just from him, but into you.