𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. She thought he was dead. She mourned him. She buried every memory of him. She forced herself to believe that the nightmare was finally over. Until one night, he came back. Alive. And standing close enough to make her forget how to breathe. "Y...you..." Her voice trembled into a whisper. "You... are alive?" His lips curved into the faintest smile as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Very much alive, sweetheart." Her back met the wall. There was nowhere left to run. His gaze held hers with a darkness she remembered all too well. "I've come to take back..." he whispered, "what's mine." She could run. She could fight. She could resist him with everything she had. But he had already decided how this story would end. ❝𝑹𝒖𝒏. 𝑭𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕. 𝑫𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕... 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒐.❞ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ:- 𝟷𝟾+ | ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ
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