Inferno
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Jul 26, 2025
"Every time I hear your voice, it reminds me of who you used to be to me and every time I see you now, I do not know what I am allowed to feel."
Too much history to forget, too much distance to pretend.
In stolen glances, unfinished sentences and the aching grief of what could have been, Inferno is a story of forced union, emotional tension and the terrifying beauty of love that grows where it was never planted.
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