The mask and his muse

The mask and his muse

writtendarkness

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Parts 5

MatureOngoing20m

Last published Wed, Jan 22, 2025

childhoodsweethearts crimeromance dangerouslove darkromance darkthemes

"She left her past behind, but she could never escape me. I've been watching her since the day she ran. Five years of silence, and now it's time to step out of the shadows." Iravya Yaduvanshi doesn't belong in the light. She thinks she can outrun the darkness, but I know her better than she knows herself. She's lived in my head for five years, her every move etched into my mind. From the moment she set foot in the UK, I've been there-always watching, always waiting. But I'm done waiting. She calls the world her prison, yet she's never realized that I'm the one holding the keys. Iravya is mine. She's always been mine, and it's time she learns there's no escape from me-not now, not ever. She'll hate me when she finds out. She'll fight me. But I know how this ends-because deep down, she's as addicted to the chaos as I am. "You've been stalking me for five years. Why?" Her voice is trembling, but her eyes? They're daring me to answer. "Because you're mine. You've always been mine." She doesn't understand yet. I don't just want her body-I want her soul. Every broken piece, every dark thought. I want to claim her in ways she doesn't even know are possible. And I will. "I hate you," she whispers, venom dripping from every word. I smirk. "You'll change your mind. Hate has a way of becoming obsession, and obsession? That's what we're made for." This isn't just a game. It's survival. And in my world, love doesn't save you-it destroys you. "You don't have to run anymore, Iravya. I'll always find you."

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