realisla

For years, I thought darkness meant loss. But now, as I looked into his steel-gray eyes, I realized black wasn’t empty. It was everything I’d been too afraid to see.
          	
          	“Moan my name, Venna,” he growled, his voice rough and low, thick with desire.
          	
          	I just published "prølogue" of my story "Between Green and Red". https://www.wattpad.com/1582240589?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=realisla

realisla

For years, I thought darkness meant loss. But now, as I looked into his steel-gray eyes, I realized black wasn’t empty. It was everything I’d been too afraid to see.
          
          “Moan my name, Venna,” he growled, his voice rough and low, thick with desire.
          
          I just published "prølogue" of my story "Between Green and Red". https://www.wattpad.com/1582240589?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=realisla