Crisis Of Desire

Welcome

Hello everyone and welcome to Crisis Of Desire!

To be honest, this is just for my own imagination... since I don't have anything interesting to do. *slowly hides the homework due tomorrow*

ANYWAYS! Welcome to my Mafia story, about the Curzio family.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Go follow me on TikTok (crisisofseries)! for chapter announcements and snippets of what's coming!!

Also, please don't copy any of my shit... if you do, give me credits because I'm busting my ass for this story!!

Started writing on the 15th of February 2021 and finished on the 15th of July.

If you guys see any errors, please correct me in the comments! I'm trying my best to write it with correct grammar and shit, but English is not my main language so I'm sorry if I miss some stuff!

Oh and don't forget to vote!

TRIGGER WARNING!: There might be some chapters that might trigger some people (Abuse, Rape, Sexual Assault, etc). If so, please proceed with caution!

Since people are still complaining about the trigger warnings, PLEASE stop complaining because I'm not going to put one on EVERY chapter. It will decrease the tension and I AM WARNING YOU NOW. ^

This is a mafia story, so there will be some dark subjects. If you cannot handle it, then this story is not for you. Hope you understand!

I wrote this story because I was bored and I kinda like writing (I need to let my imagination go wild you know) so don't expect it to be the best book you're ever going to read, because I know it's not.

Here are some aesthetics my friends made for me!:

YOU CAN ALWAYS IMAGINE THEM THE WAY YOU WANT, this was just how I kinda imagined them😌

Thank you Tesliane for making these for me!!!🥺❤

Little something!:

There is this saying, or quote or whatever you want to call it, about love.

"He set fire to the world around him, but never let a flame touch her"

I always thought that that was the only way to love. That that was what love was supposed to be like. Protected and warm.

Let me just say, that quote is total bullshit.

Love with him isn't like that at all. It's the complete opposite.

He would set fire to everything, burn down all he has, including me. As long as I was in his arms at night. As long as I slept in his bed. Because he didn't have any other option. He had to hurt me. He had to burn me, in order for me to survive.

The only thing that mattered to him, is that I was his and that I survived, no matter how many times he hurt me. On purpose or by accident. It didn't matter.

Because he would restore me. He was my healer. He was the only one who could heal the burns he made on my skin because it was him.

So yes, he set fire to the world around him, but he would let it consume me, only to save me just before I die and heal me the way only he could.

And I would let him. I would let him burn me time and time again if that meant that he was mine.

That's what love is. Being each other's healers and fires at the same time. We burn for each other and destroy everything that comes in between. Including ourselves.

But in the end, we heal one another. Because we need each other. We need each other to feel the stinging pain of being burned again.

We burn for each other and we are each other's fires.