INAMORATA: Before Our Heaven Turns To Hell
[EDITING AND UPDATING WEEKLY] "Kill me now, before I come after you." His voice was cold, but his eyes, god, his eyes, burned with something deeper. Pain. Longing. Obsession. My hands trembled around the gun. I couldn't look away. "Just let me go," I whispered. "Please... we don't have to do this." But he took three s...