੮คқ૯ ɱ૯ ੮૦ ੮Һ૯ ɱ૦૦Ո ☽ || ʟᴏᴋɪ ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏꜱᴏɴ 𓄋 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ "𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣," he whispered darkly against my skin. "𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙?" "𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏?" I breathed, my voice trembling. "𝘠𝘦𝘴," he murmured, his eyes scanning my body. "Your dress is the exact same color as the moon, and 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡..." ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ╰┈➤ 𝓛𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓪 only ever wanted a path different from the one her parents had paved for her. She had no desire to run the family empire because she wanted to follow her passion and choose art over business. But her parents gave her an ultimatum: marry New York City's most powerful businessman or forget about studying art at university. Desperate and with no money, she accepted. Wanting to feel free for at least one night, she went to the club 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 with her best friend, Natasha. Her goal was simple. She wanted to lose her virginity to a stranger instead of the man she was forced to marry the next day. But she never expected her "𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻" to be her art and business professor-and her new husband: ʟᴏᴋɪ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏꜱᴏɴ. ── ⋆.˚ ☾ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜᴘᴛᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ^^

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 || 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘴* ❜ ❪ ʙᴏʙ (ꜱᴇɴᴛʀʏ) ʀᴇʏɴᴏʟᴅꜱ ❫ ⋆˚꩜｡ "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩?" John asked the void that loomed above them. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 only chuckled at them, its shadowy, black-like form looming over them. "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝚐̷𝚒̷𝚛̷𝚕̷." the Void replied, his strange, shadow-like eyes locked onto Anya. ⋆˚꩜｡ ╰┈➤ 𝙰̷𝚗̷𝚢̷𝚊̷ 𝙺̷𝚊̷𝚟̷𝚒̷𝚔̷ never knew what real life was. Not really. Her world had always been cold concrete walls, whispered orders, and the sting of obedience. The Red Room was her only reality. She was a Black Widow-trained, molded, weaponized-just like the legendary Natasha Romanoff and her sister. But that life, as merciless and rigid as it was, came to an end. And when it did, something inside her cracked. She felt it like a shadow curling through her veins. 𝘼 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙. Emptiness where purpose used to be. She tried to keep going, tried to silence the hollow ache by doing the only thing she had ever known-fighting, following, surviving. Mission after mission. No questions. No attachments. Just muscle memory and ghosts. Until she met 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓪. That was when everything shifted. When survival turned into strategy. When the void inside her was no longer something to run from... but something to control. Then she met 𝙝𝙞𝙢. The innocent boy, caught in Valentina's trap, discarded like a pawn to be incinerated in the vault. But there was something about him, an unexpected spark that drew her in, despite everything she tried to ignore. But the more 𝙰̷𝚗̷𝚢̷𝚊̷ got to know ʙᴏʙ, the more she was drawn into his 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿. ── .✦ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜᴘᴛᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ^^

"𝙈𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨..." 𝐎𝐱𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗. 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦... That's what she thought of him when she heard his name for the first time. She had already lost track of what was real, and when she finally saw him, he looked almost unreal, an angel, she believed, sent to save her from her miserable life with her parents. Oh... how wrong she was. Sickness gives wounds and it kills and manipulates... 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭. That's what he thought of her the day he first met her. She was sweet, kind, and beautifully insane. He was doomed from the start, haunted by a family that mistreated him, and she was the witch who had ensnared him with her beauty. A teenage girl with a broken mind finds herself on the front lines, facing a spirit as twisted as her own. And her desire for escape has just found a new playmate. "I will give you up only when I am dead, 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘪𝘢..." And now they are both trapped in a lab. She is their subject, their experiment, the fragile creature whose broken mind they want to dissect and understand, because she does not conform to society's expectations. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭. ────🕷🪽──── 𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𖤐