“You talk about it like a weakness or some sort of flaw,” he says, “But your darkness makes you strong. It brought you to Lionswood. And to me.” His eyes glitter with intensity. “Do you think we’d be as drawn to each other as we are if there wasn’t something broken inside you, sweetheart? You don’t hide as well as you think you do. I haven’t always known what’s broken, but I’ve known it’s there. I’ve known your darkness. More than that…” His grip on my face tightens, not to the point of pain – but to awareness. “I’m attracted to it. I’m a moth to your flame. This morning, I tasted it.” His
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*clutches them to my chest* my darlings 🥺💗
