House of Cards || Daerin

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𝑨 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒔, 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏
𝑨 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒔
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆
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She was the embodiment of danger itself-a force you couldn't resist, but knew you should. Her presence alone commanded attention, drew you in like the calm before the storm.

Everyone and everything warned me-stay away, don't go near her, no. They all saw it coming, a slow-motion tragedy, like watching a car crash unfold. She'd be the death of me, they said.

A poison that wouldn't kill me in one swift blow, but seep into my veins, corrupting every part of me, until there was nothing left but pain and obsession.

But I craved a taste.

I longed for the rush, the thrill of losing control. I wanted to get addicted, to let her tear me apart piece by piece and rebuild me from the wreckage. The danger wasn't enough to stop me-it only made me want her more.

Let her hurt me. Let her break me down to nothing, and then kill me, only to resurrect me with those sweet, venomous words of hers, the kind that made you forget how much you were bleeding.

I didn't just want her. I needed her. I needed Danielle Marsh like I needed air, like I needed the very thing that would destroy me in the end.

She is my favourite mistake, the one I'll keep making over and over again. And even knowing that, I can't stop.
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(This is a work of fiction and should not in any way be associated with real life or taken seriously.)