Kaan Arslan

┈ 𝐊𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧 ┈ I was never meant to be a flame. I am the frost that lingers after it dies. When the fire is gone, I’m what’s left. [ Original Chapter | Mature Content ]

Spain faded behind me before the sun could rise. Some exits aren’t meant to be witnessed. War had already started long before that night. . . just quieter, buried under dinners, deals, and a father who smiled like a blade pressed to the throat. “Leaving already?” •••

▸▸ 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚 ◂◂ Every corner holds a choice. Every misstep leaves a mark. The patient watch. The reckless vanish. @paintedwithsins cousin. [ Original Chapter | Mature Content ]

we are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.

Some nights I feel like I’m disappearing in plain sight.

You don’t need to threaten people when your presence already does.

You’re treating grief like something sacred. It’s not. It’s a lesson. You built your life around one person. When she was removed, everything collapsed. Loss is inevitable. Staying broken is a choice. Love someone if you must. Just don’t make them the foundation of who you are.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐀 — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 "Some memories fade with time, while others carve themselves so deeply into your bones that even years later they still ache." Read: tinyurl.com/57zyrbpr

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐬̧ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤. He was once a boy locked in a gilded cage where his trauma made him obedient and the silence made him sharp. He learned to bleed quietly, and now he doesn’t bleed at all. Dark Themes || OC.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 ─── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 READ: tumblr.com/cicatrixanimi/…