FROM THE BASE OF HER NECK TO THE ARCH OF HER EYELIDS━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
- he watches her, soft sunset dipped hair and honey lips, and he feels like a child, his face pressed against a window pleading for something he cannot have. he reminds himself he's not the hero in this story, he doesn't get the girl.
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HER BEAUTY MADE A SLAVE TO ME
"belle's the name
and respecting boundaries is the game"OR IN WHICH BELLE SOMMERS MEETS DAMON SALVATORE AND EVERYTHING CHANGES
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𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄-𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄
Fanfiction𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃'𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 Belle sommers always felt like she never belonged, mostly due to the fact of...