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Vera was never taught how to love without losing herself.
Her obsession didn't arrive suddenly-it grew slowly, like rot beneath the skin. Every thought bent toward him. Every breath felt borrowed unless it carried his name.
Going to his apartment wasn't a choice. It was inevitable.
The walls watched. The air felt heavy, bruised with unspoken desires and buried violence. His presence stripped her of reason. Silence between them wasn't empty-it screamed. When he looked at her, she felt owned, undone, reduced to need.
The bed became a battlefield of power and surrender, where affection tasted like cruelty and closeness felt like captivity. Nights blurred into something dangerous-touch laced with control, longing twisted into dependence. Vera didn't want tenderness. She wanted to be consumed. To disappear inside him, even if it meant destroying herself.
She knew he could ruin her.
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