Butterfly tears // manxboy // vampire // mpreg // TRIGGER WARNING
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"Your tears. They're beautiful. The way they flutter down your cheeks... it's like a butterfly."
!!warning!!
This book will contain angst ,
sadness, some violence, self harm, blood and underaged sex(between 15 year old and said to be 27 year old) It will also contain rape, mentions of suicide and smut.
Current state: ongoing
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