Radiant on purpose. Loyal underneath it.
You walk in like light was your idea, and you're not sorry about it. People mistake the shine for shallowness and learn, too late, that you'd cross a city for the ones you claim. Vanity is the door; loyalty is the room behind it. The Eye clocks the tell — you fuss over how you look right up until someone you love is in trouble, and then you forget the mirror entirely.
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