To my filthy little obsession-
You always knew I'd come back for you.
You called me a monster,
but you let me in anyway.
You knew my hands would ruin you,
and you still begged for them.
So don't act surprised.
Don't run.
Not now.
You're mine.
You've always been mine.
Brace yourself, angel.
This is the part where I make good on every promise I whispered into your throat.
One page at a time.
- L ✨

🖤 Welcome to the dark. I write stories that bleed - where love is a little too sharp, and devotion is anything but pure.
🕯️ Silent Devotion is for the ones who've been haunted by love and still crave more.
🕊️ Nigerian writer. Obsessed with broken things that still beat.
📖 If you're here for twisted romance, slow-burn obsession, and characters that hurt beautifully... stay awhile. I promise the shadows won't bite.
Probably.

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