Chapter 3:
Eleanor's life unraveled quickly. Lucian showed up at her doorstep, professing a love so intense it bordered on obsession. His once calm demeanor had become erratic, his emotions volatile.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Eleanor," Lucian said, his eyes wild. "It's as if my soul is bound to yours."
Eleanor's guilt deepened, and she realized the true weight of her actions. She had tampered with fate.
One night, as she struggled to undo the spell, a cloaked figure appeared in her room. The figure's eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
"You've made a grave mistake," the figure said in a voice like a distant echo. "The Cupid's Quill is not a tool for mortals to wield without consequence."
"Who are you?" Eleanor demanded, clutching the quill.
"I am the Keeper," the figure replied. "And it is my duty to ensure balance. You've disrupted the natural order, and now the Quill's curse will consume you."
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