A. Anderborg
A. is 23 years old.
A. is located in Istanbul at Ruffles Hotel Istanbul.
A. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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| Game: The Great Heist |
| Points: 850 |
| Days Active: 337 days |
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the hunt was mine- and so was he
They told me I’d know him when I saw him. That fate would whisper his name like the wind through the trees, that something ancient and sacred would stir in my blood.
What they didn’t tell me was that I’d have to hunt for him first.
I’ve never been one to wait around for destiny. I am not the kind of woman who sits by the fire, wondering if he’ll ever show.
So, no—I didn’t find my mate because I waited.
I tracked him.
Across cities and shadowed forests, through the noise of false promises and the silence of solitude. I watched the world try to tell me who I should love, what kind of softness I should settle for. But I didn’t want safe. I wanted real. Raw. Something that bit back when I got too close.
And then I saw him.
Gods, he wasn’t what I expected. He didn’t kneel. He didn’t beg. He didn’t even know he was mine, not at first. But the moment our eyes locked, something inside me—something wild and buried—howled. Not for possession, not for need. For recognition.
This wasn’t just chemistry. It wasn’t coincidence. This was the kind of cosmic collision that rewrites lifelines.
But let me be clear: I didn’t lose myself in him.
I found someone who could run beside me. Someone who didn’t flinch when I showed teeth, who didn’t try to cage me when I bared my soul and my scars. He saw the storm in my eyes and smiled—because he wasn’t afraid of thunder.
He chose me. And I chose him.
Finding your mate isn’t about surrendering your strength. It’s about finding the one person who sees all of you—your shadows, your sharp edges, your fire—and doesn’t ask you to dim them. The one who steps into the wild with you and says, “Let’s burn the whole damn forest, if we have to.”
The wild doesn’t wait.
And neither should you.
Posted 4/8/2025, 11:00 PM
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