In My Blood

In My Blood

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Good and Evil. Light and Dark. Some say the two are as clear as night and day, but how can that be? There's always a brief moment as the sun rises and sets, where only a few rays are still there, but in that moment it is enough. People are like that to. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions... I don't think so. I believe, people are selfish and cruel, but not inherently that way. No, we're all given a clean slate, but eventually people turn us cold and heartless, and then we do it to someone else. However, those actions, just as the last rays vanish, are our true, unabashed selves. In those moments, we are who we were meant to be. I left my old life behind, to avenge those who couldn't. And I'll only stop when their all dead.
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𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐘𝐍 wears pain like a second skin. It's all she's ever known, etched into her bones, buried beneath forced smiles and hollow laughter. A walking contradiction: all sin and sorrow, smoke and shadows. Once passionate, once burning bright, now nothing but ash and ruin. She pretends well, too well, but behind the sharp tongue and unbothered eyes lies a girl screaming to be seen, yet terrified someone actually might. 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍 was born into a world already at war with him. Pain wasn't just a chapter in his life, it was the whole book. Raised in shadows, fed by poison, his lungs filled with smoke and silence. He never asked for love. He never believed he deserved it. Drugs kept the demons quiet. Cigarettes kept his hands busy. Until her. The only good card he's ever been dealt, fragile, feral, and just as broken as him. Together, Liora and Ares are destruction wrapped in desire. A love not meant to be touched, yet impossible to resist. It's messy. Chaotic. Addictive. The kind of love that tastes like sin and feels like home. It's the kind of love that leaves scars, and still, they keep reaching for each other, again and again. What happens when two shattered souls try to build something whole out of ruin?

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