Cathexis
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Last published Wed, May 21, 2025
This story is a big work in progress. Things may change with time, so don't be surprised if things change regarding the plot. I don't have any cover art decided, so its just gonna be defaulted. You're gonna be seeing my thought prosses as the story changes, and I hope you enjoy my dark little story =]
!!!CONTENT WARNINGS: blood, gore, cannibalism, death, angst, (possible) smut, CNC (consensual/non consensual)
!!! READER DESGRESSION IS ADVISED !!!
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~Caelen Ravell~
Sharp angles and sweet lies. With a tall, strong build and eyes as dark as secrets, he walks like he owns the world and watches like he's always two steps ahead of it. His hair changes with his moods-crimson, violet, blonde-but there's always something wild beneath the color. He can be quiet, charming, cruel, or soft, depending on who's looking. But no matter what face he wears, there's always the feeling that he's dangerous in ways most people can't name.
~Rue Fleur~
Softness wrapped in splinters. Small, quiet, and a little too pale, she moves like she's trying not to be seen-but there's something about her that always draws the eye. Her silence isn't empty; it's loud with thoughts no one's ever heard. There's a sweetness to her, fragile and aching, like a flower pressed in a book that's never been opened. People think she's easy to forget. They're wrong. There's something sharp buried deep in her heart, and once she loves you, it's already too late.
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