A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
Warning: NSFW and it's graphic...that is all ♡ and no, it's not a joke 🤤
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Author's Note: Ever since I began writing this story months ago, music has also been a big part of this little journey for me. I even made a playlist for my fic on my spotify, so anyways lol, I'm gonne try and post a song for each chapter that has meaning to it. You are not required to listen to them, of course, I'm just saying the songs that made me think of Iris and Arthur and their tragically beautiful journey together played a major role. I will post a link to a song and if you want to listen that would be great 🖤
Now, enjoy! 🥀
Iris could tell that Arthur was getting nervous and hoped he wouldn't have another heart wrenching episode, at least not in this particular moment. She needed him to be safe.
Little to Iris' knowledge, Arthur was quite distraught about the whole thing. He may be a shy, awkward individual with little to no sexual experience, but he still wanted to continue what Iris had begun. The noticable bulge in his pants was a clear sign, indeed, that his body was eager and ready to explore her body further and perhaps more...much more...
