I write like a red-lipped whisper -
slow, deep, and meant to ruin you.
My stories taste like smoke, silk, and sins you'll beg to repeat.
This isn't a place for heroes.
It's a slow descent into pleasure, pain, and power.
Careful, darling...
desire is fatal -
and I don't save the ones who drown.
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