VILE | H.S
sunflowermooon
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Red lights bleed through the air thick with narcotics, while cigarette smoke consumes my lungs like a death wish.
He leans in, his voice a dark whisper against my lips. "Do you like the taste of something so dark?"
My throat goes dry like bones, as I summon the courage to speak along the lines of something so vile. "Guess I do."
He chuckles, tilting my chin up with the tip of his finger. "Oh yeah?" he murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine. "Wanna be a little devil tonight?"
// A mysterious man with a butterfly chest that beckons, and a girl made of delicate innocence meet in the woods-but connect under flickering neon and the hum of danger.
She was summer daisies and a dove that soared. He moved like sin and smiled like salvation. But now, confined to the secrets she doesn't know, she's tangled in sheets, secrets, and the kind of kisses that taste like gunmetal.
When she discovers the hidden truth, will the little dove save him, or will he drag her wings straight to hell with him?
The world isn't just dark.
It's Vile.
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*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content, read at your own discretion*