𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞

< Tendrils of pure, dark intention slip over her soft skin. Ignoring the form beside her, he can do nothing here unless she wants him to. And she won’t want him to. She’s stubborn you see. Not wanting to ask for the help she so needs against me. Wanting to vanquish the devil >

< my eyes and waiting….. because I know she cannot help it. In her nightmares, she seeks me out. She needs me. Like how every heroine needs a villain to fight. The only villain. Sure, I’ll slay all her other demons and lay claim to her fear. Her husband gets her light, >

< that she allowed nothing. Well… then she should have fought harder. Told her husband. Sought my death in revenge. She did none of those things, and now, we’re connected in a way that torments my waking hours and haunts her dreams. Smirking as I lay down to sleep. Closing >

@MrsDepraved.

Get y’all sons a kitchen set 😭😭

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