He was the one who came after me first.
I won't let go. He'll never escape me.
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But I forgot that he was like a gust of wind: born from self-interest, trapped in the present, and destined to end without a trace.
The death of the spirit hurts far more than the death of the body.
...Fine.
I'll set him free.
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Sunshine seme x gloomy, possessive bottom
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- Angsty, melodramatic story. Bad writing.
- I'm just doing whatever I want. No logic.
- No outline. I'm writing this purely to indulge my own kinks.
Theme: Healthy love is important, of course, but... twisted romance is just so compelling!
