Ultraviolence

Ultraviolence

Rheastyle_writes

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MatureOngoing<5 mins

Last published Fri, Jun 14, 2024

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Astraea and Ares embody accidental love perfectly. Neither of them expected that love could seamlessly be a part of the violent life they lead. They call it Ultraviolence, where their love burns so intensely that it blurs the line between pain and ecstasy. The raw entangled dance of two souls, leaving scars apart from the physical, that tell the tale of a Love too powerful to be contained and left untold. "He hit me and it felt like a kiss _________________________________________________________ Astraea Tejada is a person who ceased to exist. A siren, someone so alluring yet deadly. She is a secret , a unknown identity , a sin. She's beautifully taunting but radiant, and won't hesitate to destroy you. She has dark secrets that had been buried for years that she never opened up about to keep herself safe. Her kingdom was taken from her and she's willing to do anything to get it back. Ares Mariano is the heir to the Italian mafia, the weight he was born with being a constant reminder from the reign of his father. He's been held to unbearable standards, forced to endure the pressure of being a great leader. An arrogant man owns his power, as dangerously addicting as they come. Perfectly sculpted like a Greek god, beautifully enticing but is ruthless and will go to no end to protect the ones he loves.

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