Kimberly wanted to die, and she didn't hide it. She loathed her existence, longing for an escape from the moment she was rescued. There was no picture-perfect life waiting for her. What makes it worse is that, she doesn't think she wants it either.
No marriage, no kids, and definitely no husband. She always thought she'd die alone, because she killed any man that even thought of her in a romantic manner.
To numb her pain, she inflicted suffering on others, finding solace in the sight of blood she wished was her own.
A part of her had died, and she knew it could never be revived.
Kimberly's life paralleled Lorenzo's in its hopelessness. While he sought healthier ways to cope with his misery, both were entangled in the same hellish fate.
Both lacking the ability to feel and direction, they were a disaster together. Could two lost souls help each other find the will to live?
Yet, even submerged in the darkest corners of hell, the presence of the one you desire, can make it feel like the brightest heaven.
"If I were to kiss you, then go to hell, I would, so then I can brag with the devils. I saw heaven without ever entering it. If I were to kiss you, then go to hell, I would." - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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MATURE
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"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?"
. . .
Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar.
Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession.
While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence.
While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety.
To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together.
She's supposed to hate him.
But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares?
The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.