The biggest plot twist in modern romance?

The woman isn’t the prize.

She’s the gravitational center.

The men aren’t competing because she’s an object. They’re spiraling because she’s a force. Her existence exposes their intentions like heat exposes metal.

The loyal one stays.

 The hungry one waits.

 The vengeful one sharpens.

 The god one assumes.

And she?

She chooses nothing until the room confesses itself.

That’s sovereignty.

That’s why she’s dangerous.

Not because she’s cruel.

Because she’s awake.