May You Live Long and Die Alone

I was born with a cursed tongue—every dark word I spoke came true. So I spent three years in silence, protecting the man I loved. What I didn't know was that Cole had been using me the whole time, feeding my curses to a machine that redirected every disaster onto me and away from his precious Iris. When I finally saw the script playing above his head, something in me went cold and very, very quiet. Turns out a cursed tongue cuts both ways. My blessings? They're the cruelest thing I own.