Chain Reaction [2]

Amy Bluerose.

Just thinking about her name was enough to make my heart race, to fill my mind with a thousand fleeting memories of the character I had built from the ground up—perfection incarnate, forged with painstaking detail and absolute love.

Every flaw, every quality, every little quirk of hers was etched into my brain as if I had carved them there myself with a burning blade.

She was everything I wanted, everything I needed.

When I designed her, I knew she would be my favorite.

Her strength, her independence, her unyielding determination were like no other.

A woman who, no matter what stood in her way, would break down those obstacles without a second thought.

A woman who carried herself with elegance but held the power of a storm beneath her composed demeanor.

She was a force to be reckoned with, and her power was... intoxicating.

Her imperfections made her real, too.