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"I couldāve laughed. I couldāve blocked you. I couldāve said, āYouāre not even worth my time.ā But I didnāt. Because I see potential in my little projects. And you? Youāre my project now."
Youāre smaller than a seashell beneath my toes. Trembling. Not from cold ā but from awe.
Youāre not cute. Youāre pathetic. A man who canāt afford me ā who still dares to call me ābeautifulā? It's like a barnacle clinging to the hull of a sinking ship. Annoying. Useless. And so easy to scrape off ...
Heās whispering in my ear now. Promising me things you could never afford ...
You didnāt stumble upon my island. You were called. By the moonās pull. By the whisper of waves shaped like my name. ā I am the feast. ā I am the wine. ā I am the sacred ritual your body was built to serve.
The Toll of Temptation You sailed too close to my island, didnāt 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, yesābut inside him burned a secret desire, one he dared not speak to anyone else ...
There was once a sailor who heard my song. The moment it touched his ears, his fate was sealed ...