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March 5 - March 7, 2025
“My sweet little lion, always so curious. Pain is often confused with pleasure, my love. And he comes here because he trusts us.” “To hurt him?” “No, sweet. He trusts us to allow him to become vulnerable. To get to the root of his desire or his hate. To give him something he needs when he doesn’t realize himself what that is.”
He didn’t ask. He was asked. His stubborn pride might be the end of him,
“Darling,” he warned, halting her. “If you get into this bed, I’ll sink more than my fangs into you.”
*deceased*
Never ask. Ever. It reveals a weakness they can exploit. He clamped his lips shut as his schooling came back to him.
It’s giving Andrew Tate ☠️
His eyes were still closed, but his brows furrowed. His next words were almost inaudible. “Please let me keep you.”
“When someone holds as much love and chaos in their heart as you, it’s impossible for the Well to ignore them.”
Her pride was devastating. She was using up every ounce of compassion left in his heart, and he knew he should just forget about saving her.
If she was a villain for his love, then he was one back.
