~🖤 When Love Wears Fangs 🖤

 

A Gothic Tale of Passion and Darkness

In an old manor forgotten by time, where shadows dance upon stained glass windows and the wind whispers names no longer spoken,
she walked into his world — not as a guest, but as destiny

She wasn’t looking for love. Love had hurt her before
She feared it because it always came cloaked in hunger... and teeth

But Lucas was different. Or so she wanted to believe

His eyes held storms that never passed

 His voice — a lullaby sung by someone who had bled too many times

They didn’t need many words
One glance said
"Come closer, even if it burns"
Another replied
"I’m already burning, and you are my flame"

💔 Every night with him was a ritual
💔 Every touch — a liturgy of need

 They danced on the edge of ruin
but in each other's arms, ruin felt like redemption

She knew he was cursed
He knew she was his only chance to feel something again

But love in the dark is never safe
It is beautiful
It is raw
And it is always hungry

On their final morning together, he left her a black rose on her pillow 

and a note, written in crimson

"When the night is born of us,
remember — you were my only light.
If you ever look for me,
search in the places of your soul you fear to touch"

🕯️ Dark romance is not merely about pain — it’s about the kind of love that survives after the candles die out

🕯️ It’s about scars that whisper, and souls that collide like storms in silence

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