Adrenaline flowed through your veins. Back pressed against the entrance wall as your neck was assaulted with bites and kisses, your hands were in a frenzy in his hair. Shirts were haphazardly thrown onto the ground as the two of you made your way to your room.
It was an illicit meeting. The number three hero and number two villain locked in a passionate affair, neither willing to give up in the endless tug-of-war.
He was intoxicating, raven hair and sapphire eyes. Scars that screamed hardship.
You were addictive, the epitome of beauty in his eyes.
Molded perfectly for each other cosmically, separated by society.
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The Book for Weebs
同人小說Everything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
