Oh, this forbidden, toxic love is absolutely SENDING me.
“How did you center a tracking spell? I wasn’t aware you had anything of mine in your possession.”
You’re in my veins, I wanted to answer. It was the truth. If someone were to spill my blood, scatter my very being to the winds, I suspected the remaining tatters of my spirit would still yearn for her somehow.
— Feb 05, 2026 08:51AM
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