Beast and his Ballerina |18+|
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"She danced to feel alive.
He watched, already imagining how she'd sound with his name on her tongue."
Rosabella Venari.
Barefoot innocence wrapped in silk, secrets, and the softest kind of defiance.
The girl locked behind rules.
The girl he wanted - kneeling, gasping, completely his.
She was never meant to be seen.
But when Demyan's eyes found her, they didn't just linger -
they claimed.
He didn't want to touch her.
He wanted to unravel her - slowly.
One breath. One bruise. One broken moan at a time.
Demyan Morozov.
Ruthless. Worshipped. Cold enough to burn.
But she danced, and he devoured.
He tells her it's for her safety.
She knows it's something darker -
a need to own, to cage, to mark.
Because when the devil wraps you in velvet chains,
freedom starts to taste like sin.
And between each pulse of music, there's a promise:
She'll either tame the devil,
or beg him to ruin her - again, and again, and again.
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