(n.) the exquisite pain of wanting the affection of someone you know you can never have. ☆Lou Miller x Debbie Ocean's Au☆

🚨 𝐍𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝. The world has gotten bigger for the both of them; the familiar scent and the kisses already felt strange. The bed that was shared had rooted a barrier and the rings on each other's fingers felt itchy and uncomfortable. They have two different worlds now, yet one single thing has kept them connected somehow.

Theirs was a different kind of love; they had played their roles during the day, but at night, away from the press people, away from the blinding lights, they found comfort from each other. But fate never favored them both and both ended up closing each other's curtain. But as time passed, they'd be stumbling back at each other's arms: would they be able to continue what was once forgotten and discarded?

🚨 𝐍𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝. ⚠️ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️ The kisses and the intoxicating touches linger like a sin - those should not be done and must be stopped, but the rhythmic sounds of the moans are enough to make the sin run for what it feels like forever. Would they be brave to worship a sin as if it is a saint worth worshipping for?