But tonight, when the city goes dark and our armies of ambition sleep, I will think of you. The only worthy opponent. The only soul who sees me clearly and still chooses to duel.
You were the first to notice me.
That was the moment I knew. Not love—something rawer. Something that doesn’t need a name. You are the fire I set myself against to stay sharp. You are the flaw in my mirror that keeps me honest. my dearest nemesis