House of Cards || Daerin

NOTE

Content Warning:

This story contains explicit themes that may be disturbing to some readers, including but not limited to: murder, physical and emotional abuse, graphic depictions of blood, the use of weapons, strong language, and sexual content.

(And a few red flag characters)

Reader discretion is advised.

Please note, this is a work of fiction set within the genre of dark romance. The characters, events, and settings are entirely fictional and are not intended to represent or reflect any real individuals or events.

This story should in no way be associated with or connected to any members of NewJeans or any real-life figures.

SYNOPSIS

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She was the embodiment of danger itself—a force you couldn't resist, but knew you should. Her presence alone commanded attention, drew you in like the calm before the storm.

Everyone and everything warned me-stay away, don't go near her, no. They all saw it coming, a slow-motion tragedy, like watching a car crash unfold. She'd be the death of me, they said.

A poison that wouldn't kill me in one swift blow, but seep into my veins, corrupting every part of me, until there was nothing left but pain and obsession.

But I craved a taste.

I longed for the rush, the thrill of losing control. I wanted to get addicted, to let her tear me apart piece by piece and rebuild me from the wreckage. The danger wasn't enough to stop me—it only made me want her more.

Let her hurt me. Let her break me down to nothing, and then kill me, only to resurrect me with those sweet, venomous words of hers, the kind that made you forget how much you were bleeding.

I didn't just want her. I needed her. I needed Danielle Marsh like I needed air, like I needed the very thing that would destroy me in the end.

She is my favourite mistake, the one I'll keep making over and over again. And even knowing that, I can't stop.

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