crimson devotion

Love can be beautiful. Love can be deadly. And ours? It was always destined to ruin us.

She was my everything-my obsession, my addiction, the only thing that made sense in a world drenched in blood and secrets. I worshiped her, touched her like she was sacred, loved her like she was my salvation.

But devotion is a dangerous thing.

Because while I gave her my heart, she gave me lies. While I craved only her, she hungered for something else. Betrayal. Deception. Secrets darker than the night.

I should have walked away. I should have saved myself.

But I was already lost.