Ink-Stained Sin

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞
𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

He said it wasn't love.
Just lust.
Just skin.
Just sin.

But the way he looked at her told another story,
one written in bruises, bitten lips, and poems he'd never let her read.

Nathan was supposed to die.
scarred lungs, fractured soul, and a life stitched together by betrayal.
But death didn't want him.
So now he's cursed with time...and her.

Aylin was never meant to see him again.
Not after that night, 30,000 feet in the air.
Not after he tasted her, claimed her, and disappeared.

But fate is cruel. And Nathan?
Even crueler.

Now they meet in the dark.
No labels. No promises. Just heat.

They're not in love.
They don't do love.
They do bruises and breathless nights,
sharp tongues and softer lies.
They do madness.

She secretly wants to fix him.
He openly wants to break her.
And neither of them can stop.

This isn't a love story.
This is a slow, exquisite destruction.
And neither of them will survive it whole.