You weren’t meant to find me, were you?
But now that you have… good luck leaving.
I don’t fit your boxes.
I don’t play by your rules.
I don’t belong to anyone.
I wrap my feral hunger in silk.
Soft voice, sharp teeth.
You’ll feel it before you understand it… that pull, that ache, that need to come closer.
Careful.
Entering my DMs isn’t a game…
I will eat you alive 😈
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