𝒁𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒚𝒂'𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒗
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"You're literally the worst decision I've made in my life" I shouted, voice trembling as hot tears threatened to spill.
"You can say and feel that, princess," he said lowly, with cold eyes stepping closer. "But you'll always be mine. You'll always belong to me, nobody else."
His arms locked around my waist, pulling me in before i could run. I pushed against him with everything I had, but he held on tighter-tight enough that the tears that I'd been fighting finally broke free.
"You don't love anybody but yourself Rell... please," I begged, voice cracking. "Please just let me go. If you truly love me, you'd do that for me."
His eyes, usually so cold, softened. "You know ion want nobody else but you, Aya."
He leaned in, and I tried to resist-I swear I did-but when his lips brushed mine and his hand wrapped firm around my neck, I melted. My body betrayed me. I kissed him back, moaning against him while he lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
"I'm never escaping this hell I willingly walked into..." I thought, as he carried me inside his house, holding me like I was his only salvation.
18+
"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫."
[Slow update]
They say love feels like sunlight after winter.
But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars.
I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison.
He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake.
He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world.
Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos.
His love?
Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal.
He didn't cross lines. He erased them.
In his madness, I mistook devotion.
In cruelty, I saw protection.
How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing?
He saw the cracks no one else noticed.
Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them.
In his arms, the world ceased to exist.
But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence.
He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating.
He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs.
He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed.
He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me.
His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him.
Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me.
Another who would ruin me to make me his world.
And I can't tell the difference anymore.
They circle me like wolves, each calling it love.
But love was never meant to feel like this.
Was it?
I used to believe love was a gift.
Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one.
And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is.
Because when both players would kill you for love...
What does that make you?