"I can't fucking do this anymore.", his eyes shadowed a raw flame as it dropped down to my lips, making me wet them by instance. He swiftly exhaled at the sight. "This whole pretending thing. It's killing me. Pretending to be okay with you being with any man other than myself. The thought of you loving him and choosing him-I fucking can't. It's driving me nuts. Even hearing you say his name makes me so furious that I just want to-"
He paused, closing his eyes for a moment, taking a slow breath in.
"-I want to kill him, just to get rid of his existence from your head, the trace of his name from your lips."
My heartbeat rung into my ears as I stared at him, shocked by his confession.
"Blaze-"
"So please, be mine.", he muttered, his lips hovering over mine by then. I froze. "Be mine, so I could keep you close to my heart, close to my side. Be mine, so I could continue being this version you turn me into. Its the only version I like in myself."
And the next thing I knew, his lips were against mine.
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Dahlia Ivy Smith. A soft brunette whose presence brings smiles to many without her even trying. Her life simple, content. Moving out of her hometown all suddenly did hit her hard, having to leave her only beloved best friends Amber and Blaze, behind.
Blaze Anakin Nixon. A man of perfection on the outside, but the opposite on the inside. Someone who once was a pure innocent soul, now long gone into the verge of darkness. What made him like this? None can tell. But, one thing to be clear: He is not the kind of a guy to be played around. HE will play you around until you are on your knees, begging for his mercy.
When Dahlia surprisingly returns, her arrival shakes the world of Blaze. But, not in the way he expected. While promises are made and broken, Blaze struggles to keep his own, on not letting one become his weakness now that sweet Dahlia is back.
Warning: Sexual content, Cussing, violence. Read for your own risk.
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