❝his breath is near,
i feel him dangerously
close to my neck.
"i love you."
the devil whispers
against my ear.❞
wuz cracken'? hope not your head. so um, the name's bianca but please call me ian.
xvii. diagnosed with an incorrigible obsession with shawn mendes and ruel van dijk. likes roman numerals and ancient things and bands and playing instruments and many things.
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twitter: @biancaasierra
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Sep 18, 2020 07:07AM
hello everyone! please do check out and vote my new story, The Finest Art of Not Giving A Fuck!here is the link https://my.w.tt/UWIRrAwiS9View all Conversations
Story by ian
Should've Gone To Bed
"What brought you here?" A voice asked.
"Oh fuck," I cursed, startled by the sudden voic...
