IMAGINE:
When death, darkness consumes you so deep that you don't crave for light anymore. That's how he stopped craving for one.
But right now, right here, he was seeing right through his eyes. His dark blue eyes burned with her light. She was a sunshine. She smiled more often than him. His darkness leaving him. A hole in his chest is being repaired.
Why? Why does he feel for her? She was a sunshine and he was going to destroy her and who knows how much fun it would be for him. His chest tightened seeing her wide smile as if this marriage didn't affect her. She was going to her bride. His.
It was as normal as her other day. She seems happy, really happy. Was he really going to destroy it? Pull her into his darkest pieces, break her and then mold her with him. Well, yes he wanted this. He wanted to break and build her with his broken parts in her. How fucking sexy she looked with his marks all over her!? Now, one thing was damn clear he wanted her. He would have her.
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🥀 Little...Darkest Moments 🥀
RomanceHello readers! Beautiful stories, little moments between beautiful couples. I think of myself as the main character of the story. The things I create in my mind and scenarios that run in my soul I pour it down on paper. So, thank you for entering...
