"To the first love, I never knew,
But still dream of meeting
Under different stars."
_____๑˙❥˙๑_____

"To the first love, I never knew,
But still dream of meeting
Under different stars."
_____๑˙❥˙๑_____
Every word I write is a piece of my soul—raw, real, and unapologetically mine. If my stories made you feel something—ache, blush, heal, or breathe deeper—your support helps me keep going. With your love, I don't just create... I build worlds. Thank you for standing by this journey—brick by brick.
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𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓞𝓝𝓔 𝓲𝓷 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐎 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ~h̴a̴t̴e̴ ̴t̴u̴r̴n̴s̴ ̴m̴e̴ ̴o̴n̴,̴ ̴P̴e̴t̴a̴l̴ . ♡ ʍɨռɛ ɦǟȶɛ ӄɨʟʟֆ, ʍʏ ɖɛǟʀ ֆɨʀ ֆռօա ♡ .`~ •There are obsessions that feel like love. And loves that feel like war. This is both. He is her professor. She is his challenge. What starts as a collision of power and resistance becomes a spiral of secrets, dominance, and shadows too dangerous to name. Behind the mask of academia lies a man built from cold logic and untamed hunger. Behind the smile of obedience stands a girl who was never meant to be tamed. Their love isn’t gentle. It’s forced. It’s forbidden. It’s dark, filthy, cruel. But oh, it’s beautiful in its own destruction. He breaks her rules. She breaks his mind. And somewhere between twisted games, whispered threats, and deviant promises… They forget who started the fire. Tropes: 🖤 Professor x Student 🖤 Age gap 🖤 Obsession / Possession 🖤 Enemies to something unholy 🖤 Forced proximity 🖤 Dark romance 🖤 CNC, smut, and psychological warfare 🖤 Multiple identities 🖤 Thriller / secrets / mystery 🖤 Illusions, split POVs, and unreliability that BURNS ~He taught her medicine. She taught him madness.
A Dark Romance She once healed bodies. Now she fractures souls. Nyx Morrigan was never meant to fall. She was meant to rise, scalpel in hand, savior in a white coat. Until betrayal dragged her into the shadows—until obsession made her reborn as something more powerful, more feared. They stripped her title. They forgot her name. But she left behind a promise, written in blood: “I will be back.” Jareth Voss is a man feared by empires and untouched by love. A pharmaceutical king cloaked in control. But even kings bow to the grave—and Nyx is no longer a woman. She is the coffin he’ll climb into willingly. Their connection is not love. It’s something darker. A hunger. A madness. A war where the only mercy is destruction. In the end, only death can own him— and she wears death like a crown.
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