CheckMate

Meet me in the deep of the forest, surrounded by the whispering trees and the intoxicating scent of death. Our gaze locks in a primal dance of desire, a magnetic pull that draws us closer, igniting a fire that consumes all reason. Your lips, soft and inviting, brush against mine, sending shivers down my spine and awakening a hunger that can only be sated by the raw passion that simmers between us. you'll be addicted before you knew, you'll be dead by your own desire of lust. is it him or me, do I survive or face the tragedy of this playful kisses of death? this isn't a love story of someone longing for a man to love, but a story of a women who is willing to dance in the fire of hell just to climb the top and get the justice she needed.