Rogue
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Romance
|ENGLISH| 'Those who judge don't understand and those who understand don't judge.' She was a picture of perfection, a saint in the eyes of the world, charming, graceful, and always in control. Her carefully crafted image earned her admiration and influence, but underneath it all, she craved someone who could see the real her. Then she met him. A delinquent boy with a cold, dangerous stare and a reckless streak, the kind everyone else avoided. He seemed like a frigid beast, sharp, intimidating, and terrifying. Yet, there was something... off. Beneath the wild exterior, he was simple-minded, a little clumsy, and painfully naive, a boy who could barely string a coherent sentence together when it mattered, yet somehow stole her attention. She quickly discovered his secret: he wasn't just one person. There were two Rogues, a timid, bumbling boy who fumbled through life, and a wild, untamable monster lurking beneath, capable of destruction beyond imagination. Meeting his other self was like staring at a stranger, yet the timid Rogue couldn't even remember what his dangerous half did. NOT EDITED YET On-going BlueSadism @2021
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He pushed off the wall, closing the distance between us in two strides. His presence towered over me, suffocating me. "I don't want your thanks, Evelyn. I want you. And the fact that you can stand here, smile at him, hold his hand, and then come to me with polite little words like thank you" He shook his head, his jaw tight "It makes me sick" My chest tightened. Fear. Guilt. Something else i couldn't name. I opened my mouth to speak, but his had shot up, just hovering inches from my cheek. "Don't thank me. Don't ever thank me. Because I'm not your hero, Evelyn. I'm your Damnation."

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