✮⋆˙𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 '𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬✮⋆˙ -ˋˏ ༻Vedant x Arohi༺ ˎˊ- 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡. 𝑆𝑜, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 " 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠" 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑓. 𝑇𝑜𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙. Dive 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ──

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN