‘I have no interest in what you’re not’. I crouched, resting my forms on my thighs as I stared up at her. It was truly impossible to look away. She was as alluring as a comet in the night sky, or a flickering candle in the dark. ‘Tell me what you are. Tell me what burns in your soul, what puts that viscous fire in your veins. Tell me why you run when you know you can’t escape.
— Sep 19, 2024 08:29AM
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