" π π²πππ«π¬ π‘ππ―π π©ππ¬π¬ππ... π²ππ ππ‘π ππ‘ππ’π§π¬ π«ππ¦ππ’π§." She is still his sweetheart- only colder now, a storm with no tears left to shed. He is still her curse- only darker, quieter, hiding secrets buried like bodies in silence. Their love was never love. It was possession disguised as devotion, mercy tangled in cruelty. Together, they exist in a prison built of obsession- bound by hunger neither dares to kill. And after three years, it is no longer about love or hate- "it is about survival in the hands of the one who refuses to let go. " ββββ¦ΰΌ» ππ’π¬ ππ°ππππ‘πππ«π π ΰΌΊβ¦βββ It's the work of imagination so don't take it seriously. Respect the work and don't copy . There'll be 18+ scene so read it on your own risk. Thankyou
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