Sinful desire
His presence consumed the room like a black hole pulling me into a darkness I couldn’t escape.
His eyes, when they found mine, were obsidian stars, glittering with the cruelty of gods who had grown bored with their games. His lips, sharp as sin, curved into a smile that promised both ruin and rapture. Every line of his body was a threat—lean, predatory, crafted by some divine hand to seduce and destroy. He was chaos and calm, the eye of a hurricane that promised nothing but destruction once you were too deep to leave.
He was the death of me. A whisper of the end wrapped in the guise of a man.
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