I am fire-wrapped in silk. I am more than sequins and survival. I am not built for half-versions of love.
I am fire and hunger and light. I am aching truth wrapped in red lipstick and velvet resolve.
I am a Goddess.
I wasn’t running because of rumors.
There was no scandal. No betrayal. No other woman.
I was leaving because I’d made the mistake of falling in love with a man who would never love me.
Not truly. Not the way I needed.
Draven, The Fallen Angel
Lusts toy, Rosalyn Asmodeus Bound. A crack of lightning. A warning. Coming of Draven. The Fallen for Lust.
| Sexual content | Lust knows no sexuality only wants all |
— DecayedMoose and Darker collaboration
the way his eyes stayed locked on mine, as if waiting for me to figure something out.
The problem was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Because if I did—if I let myself see—then I’d have to acknowledge what had been building between us from the beginning.