Crimson Vows
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Last published Sat, Nov 15, 2025
I thought it was just a party.
A mask, a dare, a night I'd forget by morning.
Instead, I walked into his world.
A world of velvet shadows and whispered deals, where every glance is a transaction and every touch feels like a promise you can't escape.
He saw me when no one else should have.
The Collector. Ruthless. Obsessive. Beautiful in the most dangerous way.
Now he says I belong to him.
That my body, my secrets, even my soul... are his to claim.
He doesn't want love.
He wants surrender.
And one day, he swears I'll take his hand and seal it in crimson vows.
Some vows bind hearts.
Ours will bind scars.
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