Criminal's Favorite { 𝓑𝔁𝓑 }

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」

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My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there.

❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞

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𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮:
I bake bread.
I keep my head down.
I don't speak.

Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin.

He trades me like a cigarette-lit, used, passed on.

People forget me.
They walk past and look through.

But not him.

Aaron Deveraux.
Leader of The Reapers.
He saw me.

It started with roses-anonymous.
Then came the late-night shadows outside the bakery.
Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice.

I try to run.
But he likes it when I run.

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𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁:
He smells like flour and fear.
And I want both.

I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this rotten city like he's not part of it.

Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass.
I'm gonna crack him open.

First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth.
Now? I just want to keep him shaking.

I'm not in love.
I'm obsessed.
He bakes bread and I break fucking bones.

We were never meant to touch.
So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine.

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