Her dagger against my throat is far more familiar than I'd like to admit. And it's not the first time she has me pinned against a wall with my lips busted and a hole in my chest. It's a strange thing but a beautiful one nonetheless. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Enemies with benefits/Enemies to lovers WLW

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

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"My mother called me Neptune, after the roman god of the sea. She had no idea..." 63 in Poetry on September 27th 2015.

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