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NYCTOPHILIA (n.) love of darkness or night, finding relaxation of comfort in the darkness.
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ANNIKA VOLKOV
Vaughn moves though the his forms, with breathtaking precision and power, the blade in his hand an extension of his deadly grace.
We have known each other almost all our lives, but only recently I begun to see him as more than just my brother's beat friend. The first glimmering of realization came last December, at the annual Christmas gala held at our estate.
I watched from the balcony as he conserved with the other bratva leaders, captivated by the way authority and danger seemed to radiate from his tall frame.
That was when it began- this constant swirling tumult of emotion that consumes me whenever he is near.
I find an excuse to linger where I know where he trains, hiding in the willows to observe his daily day in secret.
My fascination has slowly curled into something darker, a toxic need to make this untouchable man mine.
I can't stay away from him, drawn to the forbidden fruit like a moth to flame.
As Vaughn's form comes to a graceful conclusion, his skin glowing with exertion, I slip away silently back into the shadows.
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