🕯 Scene Excerpt It wasn’t attraction. It was poison. Invisible. But his eyes — they were already working. He didn’t shout. Didn’t touch. But something in me was already screaming. He’ll break things. Not fast. Not loud. He’ll slip in — with words. With silence. I stared. And something inside
🕯 Scene Excerpt It wasn’t a meeting. It was a collision. With something dangerous. My body reacted before my mind. Before logic. It wasn’t fear. It was instinct. Predator‑level instinct. “Warning. Close.” He didn’t speak. He wasn’t a stranger. He wasn’t welcome either. He stepped into my world like he
🖤 They called it “termination.” I call it the beginning. Retroactive, poetic, inevitable. Let the silence speak — in print. When the door closed, I walked out of the shadows, not to be seen, but to be heard. This isn’t a story. It’s the beginning of the end. I was
We don’t explain the rules.
We just burn the ones who break them.
No spam. No noise.
Just one voice — whispering from inside the fire.
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