Sapphire Blood
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Last published Sun, Sep 14, 2025
|Nika|
After all these years , I finally saw him. Was he always here , or has he come to realize this too ? That when we look at each other, it's no longer platonic. It's dark and a devil lurks in between. Because why, does it look like his eyes prevent a truth I have been dying to hear ?
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|Rex|
Everything was perfect. Until she entered my life again. Has she finally seen me ? Because once she does, I won't let her go. For she has come to the devil himself. Even if it means I have to kill. Even if it means I have to reveal myself.
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