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I always thought a one-night stand was a single, fleeting spark-gone before dawn.
But apparently, fate had a crueler design.
When I locked eyes again with the dark-haired, green-eyed stranger who'd left a trail of heated marks across my skin, I learned he was no stranger at all, but entwined with my family in ways that felt like a betrayal.
From the start, we were oil and fire, our mutual loathing a constant pulse. Yet, against every shred of reason, we fell into each other's beds night after night, breaking every taboo.
It was forbidden, yet undeniable-our need for each other as desperate as a drowning gasp for air.
Our days became a haze of stolen moments: shielding each other, lying for each other, fighting with and for each other.
They say love makes you reckless, but I never dreamed it would drive us to a crime that tore our world apart.
Now, we're shadows on the run, haunted by a past we can't outpace, tethered by a love as dangerous as it is unbreakable.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: This story contains topics of sexual abuse and rape. None of these acts will be described in detail in the story but it is heavily mentioned throughout.