A Debt of Obsession
Arisha x Rayan
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Chasing the void
It didn't begin with them. It began with a secret buried so deep, it forgot its own name. But blood remembers. Even when minds don't. Even when love tries to disguise it as fate. He saw her and didn't understand why his hands trembled. She met his eyes and felt the chill of a memory that wasn't hers. Something was waiting-patient, rotting, watching. Not in the dark. But in the silence. They think they're falling in love. But the truth is older than desire. Hungrier than obsession. And far more dangerous than either of them could ever imagine.
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Echoes Unheard
"Silence is never empty. It presses against my ribs, whispers where no one should. I thought I was alone in my head—until the echoes began answering back. Every thought I bury claws its way out at night, multiplying, breathing through the cracks of my mind. Sometimes I think I’m the one watching the world. Other times… I know it’s watching me. They linger in mirrors, in the pause between heartbeats, in the silence after laughter dies. Call them memories, call them ghosts—names don’t matter. What matters is this: once they find you, there is no escape." ~ 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒎.
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