" SINK WITH ME " (Pyke x Fem. reader)
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  • Leituras 1,626
  • Votos 97
  • Capítulos 12
  • Tempo 2h 34m
Bread_dealer
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em dez 05, 2022
leagueoflegendspykepykexreadervoilence
*ART ON THE COVER NOT BY ME* 


Betrayal had always been such a bitter word... 

It came in forms no one could ever expect. Even if such betrayal was nothing more than a misunderstanding, that turned into hate. 
It was a single act such as this that tore away souls and lives into simply nothing...

It was on that day when she could not save him. The day he drowned. 
The day a man died, and a monster was born. it was cruel, yes, but what was there to do? 
It was how such man was bound to a contract sealed with his own blood. A list of names, one that shifted, a list ever-changing, and yet forever-lasting. 
And yet one name stood on that list, a name never once crossed out, a name that burnt bright into the monster's eyes.
Such a bitter taste it brought to that monster's mouth...

He'll be sure to savor it.
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