Tainted Desire

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

Living on Yakuza territory was never supposed to be her story.

But debts don't forgive.
And neither do the men who collect them.

She was a loyalist to the rules until she unwittingly developed a taste for danger.

She began to mistake recklessness for freedom, intoxication for strength, until the lines between caution and calamity dissolved altogether.

And then there was him.

The one they whispered about.
The one with blood on his hands and shadows in his eyes.
The one who looked at her like he had already decided how this would end.

She did not want him, not until his cards came into play and she realized he had marked her as his ace, the piece he would use to topple the table and destroy the pot.

She realized that falling back on the rules couldn't save her. It was already too late.

He was going to ruin her, and she could feel the truth of it in her bones. He would twist her into a weapon, his own fire to ignite the empire.

But one can forget how fickle the flames can be. Stoke them too much, and they no longer obey. They consume everything, even the hands that set them ablaze.

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❣︎ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
❣︎ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬.
❣︎ 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨.