Poems from the dead

Poems from the dead

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Poetry
Poems form someone who is ... trying I don't usually write but u know this one is special Tw are implied but if they are outrightly said I will put a trigger warning If u know me irl no u dont Don't be mean to me cuz all I'm looking for now is a reason
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𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ "Y-you..." The word died on my tongue. I froze, my muscles turning to absolute stone as my lungs struggled to draw air. This was a nightmare. The walls I had spent months building to hide our tracks collapsed in a heartbeat. How did he find us? My body violently flinched when Elliott laughed. It was a deep, low baritone that vibrated through the floorboards of the plane and struck a chord of primal terror in my chest. My back collided with Levi's chest behind me as I stumbled back. It was over. The realisation made my blood turn to ice. He had found me and I was entirely at his mercy now. "I am deeply wounded by your reaction, my love. Truly, why are you so afraid?" Elliott uncoiled from his seat with a slow, predatory grace. He stood at his full, imposing height, casually smoothing the lapels of his charcoal black suit. An amused half-smile played on his lips that didn't reach the absolute void of his emerald eyes. "I haven't even started with you yet." He murmured, his voice dropping into a dark warning as he stepped out from behind the seat, closing the distance between us. "Save those pretty tears for later, hm? You are going to need them." ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #2 in Character development #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #3 in Panicattacks #4 in Manipulation #4 in Plottwist #7 in Billiona

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