𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕤 ┉✧ L.T.

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❝I'm not afraid of you,❞ I whispered, though the tremor in my voice said otherwise.

He smiled - that quiet, devastating kind of smile that means trouble - and let his eyes drift down to my lips. ❝I'm not sure if I believe you,❞ he murmured, ❝or if I need to.❞

❝I'm not afraid of you, Louis.❞

I wanted it to sound like defiance. It sounded like surrender.

His eyes flicked up to mine - but this time, they didn't soften. ❝You should be,❞ he said, low. ❝I'm a murderer.❞

❝I don't care,❞ I said.

Then his lips found mine - and for the first time that night, the world didn't feel like something I wanted to leave.

He pulled back just enough to breathe against my skin. ❝As I said,❞ he whispered, ❝we're both fucked up.❞

And then he kissed me again - harder this time, like he was trying to erase every reason we shouldn't.

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ʀᴏꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜᴘɪᴛᴇʀ, ᴛᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴇᴜʀᴏᴘᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴜʀ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ - ᴀ ʙʟᴜᴇ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ - ᴀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏʟᴅ-ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ, ʀᴏꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ.

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