Vladimir x
What we had… wasn’t love. It wasn’t warmth, or safety, or anything soft. It was something else. Darker. Deeper. Too dangerous to name. He never said "I love you." He never held my hand when I was breaking. He never looked at me like a woman to protect— but like something he owned. Untouchable. Unreachable. His. Vladimir wasn’t a man you fall in love with. He was a storm you surrender to. Cold. Controlling. Obsessed. Merciless. And yet… I fell for the chaos. That night… when he pulled up under the rain, and saw me in that black dress— he didn’t speak, but I felt the fire burning beneath his silence. That was the beginning. Or maybe… the end.
О Vladimir x
What we had… wasn’t love. It wasn’t warmth, or safety, or anything soft. It was something else. Darker. Deeper. Too dangerous to name. He never said "I love you." He never held my hand when I was breaking. He never looked at me like a woman to protect— but like something he owned. Untouchable. Unreachable. His. Vladimir wasn’t a man you fall ...Читать больше