Softdomenergy Stories

We were old enough to understand that love could hurt,and too selfish to stop wanting it. "Dre?" I whispered, the sound of his name trembling between defiance and need. Then came that smile, beautiful, dangerous, the kind that promised both salvation and ruin. "Please... don't let go of my hand. I can't do this without you." Our love was never an innocent one . It was fire in slow motion-reckless, consuming, and real enough to make the pain worth it.