Lured By Sin (18+)

I tied the ribbon every night at 3:12 AM.

I don't remember why.

I don't remember how.

But he does.

He calls me Snowflake, says I belong to him. And he's been inside my home, my dreams, my skin long before I ever learned his name.

Now, the blue ribbons aren't just warnings.

They're promises.

Promises of obsession. Of control. Of a love so twisted, it makes it hard to breathe.

And the worst part?

A part of me is starting to crave it.

He didn't steal me.

He awakened something inside me something I was always meant to surrender to.

This isn't love.

This is surrender.