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BOOK #4

He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it.

Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile.

They say the Devil knocks.

But Soonyoung never needed to.

He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience,
and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive.

He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken.

And I keep coming back,
not because I'm brave -
but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation.

And damnation, when it wears his face,
feels almost holy.

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I never wanted heaven.
Too clean. Too quiet.

Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows.

Give me Jihoon.

My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs.
He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark.

And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat,
not to hurt him -
but to make sure he never leaves.

He prays.
I answer.

Every time,
in blood, in fire,
in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.