Desire Me
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Have you ever been in love? Have you ever desired someone so deeply that you wanted to own them, body, soul, and everything in between? To love them so fiercely it borders on ruin, to cherish and destroy them in the same breath? I was the one who was always desired.
The cursed man whose touch could awaken the darkest desires in anyone. A single brush of my skin was enough to drive them mad with longing. They called it beauty, temptation, power. But it was a curse, one that turned every touch into torment. I hated it. I hated them. I despised every gaze that looked at me as if I were something to be taken, something less than human.
Yet now, everything feels different. Because for the first time, I'm the one trembling. The one burning. The one wanting. She's the only one untouched by my curse, and still, she's the one I crave the most. I don't want to escape anymore. I don't want to die.
I want her...every breath, every heartbeat, every part she doesn't even know she hides.
I am her Chaos.
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