Vivienne | 18+

Vivienne | 18+

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[ON HIATUS] He gripped my neck, not hard but like he needed to feel I was real. His thumb brushed just under my jaw, his touch hesitant, almost trembling. He pulled me closer, like something inside him had finally snapped. "Why him?" His voice was low, nearly breaking. "Why would you let anyone else touch you like that?" I scoffed, even though my heart was pounding louder "Because he gives me what you never could." His eyes darkened like something inside him snapped and couldn't be put back together. The air shifted. My chest tightened. He leaned in, lips a breath away from mine. "You really think he sees you?" he whispered, stepping closer until our bodies nearly touched. "He wants the surface. I want everything. Even the parts you hide." I swallowed hard, but kept my face still, unreadable. Like always. "You think that means something?" I said quietly. "Wanting something doesn't mean you get to have it." His eyes dropped to my lips. "No," he muttered. "But I'll take it anyway." Then without warning he kissed me. And the worst part? A part of me liked it.
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"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?

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