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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩 - I don't know if my 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉 also loves me. She doesn't even looks at me.

If she loves me then good and if not then 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞...

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 - 2331

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

📍𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐚 , 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫

In the heart of a grand mansion, where shadows draped every corner like velvet curtains, sat a man whose presence seemed to command the darkness itself.

The only light came from the moon, casting a silver glow that danced across his sharp, chiseled features.

His jaw was set, strong and defined, a testament to his unwavering resolve.

His fingers, long and elegant, played idly with a knife, the blade catching glimmers of moonlight as it twisted and turned.

It was an extension of his will, a dangerous dance partner that moved at his command.

The silence of the mansion was his audience, watching with bated breath as the knife pirouetted between his skilled hands.

A sudden laugh broke the stillness, a sound both chilling and captivating.

It was not the mirth of joy, but the release of a mind teetering on the edge of sanity.

"She is 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞, She is my 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝," he declared to the empty halls, his voice a haunting melody that resonated with possessive fervor.

His eyes, a piercing cold blue, held the depth of the ocean during a storm.

They were windows to a soul that had seen too much, yet hungered for more.

Those eyes, so intense and unyielding, seemed to freeze time itself, reflecting a world where he reigned supreme.

The man's hair, dark as the raven's wing, lay slicked back, a contrast to the pale hue of his skin.

It framed his face, emphasizing the angular cheekbones and the straight line of his nose.

Every feature was meticulously sculpted, as if he were a living statue carved from marble.

His laughter echoed again, a symphony of madness that filled the mansion.

It was a sound that promised danger, a warning to those who might dare to challenge him.

The knife ceased its dance, now held firmly in his grasp, a symbol of his control and power.

As he stood, his tall figure was a silhouette against the dim light, a portrait of dominance and allure.

The darkness seemed to cling to him, an ever-present cloak that whispered secrets only he could understand.

In this realm of shadows, he was king, and his maniacal laughter was the decree of his rule.

His obsession with her is a silent storm, raging unseen within the confines of his heart.

She remains blissfully unaware of the depth of his fixation, moving through her life with a fierce independence that only fuels his desire.

She is a paradox, a badass girl with an innocent heart, a combination that ensnares him completely.

She navigates the world with a bold confidence, tackling challenges head-on with a grit that commands respect.