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"I could’ve laughed. I could’ve blocked you. I could’ve said, “You’re not even worth my time.” But I didn’t. Because I see potential in my little projects. And you? You’re my project now."
You’re smaller than a seashell beneath my toes. Trembling. Not from cold — but from awe.
You’re not cute. You’re pathetic. A man who can’t afford me — who still dares to call me “beautiful”? It's like a barnacle clinging to the hull of a sinking ship. Annoying. Useless. And so easy to scrape off ...
He’s whispering in my ear now. Promising me things you could never afford ...
You didn’t stumble upon my island. You were called. By the moon’s pull. By the whisper of waves shaped like my name. – I am the feast. – I am the wine. – I am the sacred ritual your body was built to serve.
The Toll of Temptation You sailed too close to my island, didn’t you, pet? Not for treasure. Not for glory. But for me ...
I live where the ocean kisses the shore… where the waves whisper my name, and the tide bends to my will ...
There was once a sailor who heard my song. The moment it curled into his ears like warm sea mist, his soul was no longer his own ...
He came to me trembling, eyes lowered, his heart heavy with longing. He was a man, yes—but inside him burned a secret desire, one he dared not speak to anyone else ...
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