TO LOVE A NIGHTMARE.
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Last published Thu, Apr 3, 2025
When a gentle soul meets a soul eater...
It began with a whisper in the dark, a presence just beyond sight. A shadow that watched, waited and longed. Drawn to the unknown, the pull became irresistible.....a love that burned like fire yet felt as cold as the night. An obsession that lived but also killed.
But shadows do not love gently. They consume. And once they claim you, they never let go. An obsession that gave life even as it stole it away.
Some lovers don't kiss. They devour.
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