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She knew he was dangerous.
Everyone warned her-stay away from the boy with the cruel smile and blood on his hands.
But danger had never scared her... it tempted her.
Every kiss felt like poison, every touch burned like fire.
He wasn't her savior-he was her downfall.
And yet, she kept coming back.
Because sometimes, love doesn't heal.
Sometimes, love destroys.
And his kisses?
They were made to kill.