dreyanedreyane

the whispers say i’m a ghost, a shadow, a fleeting thought. they’re right, i am a thing of darkness, born from the depths of obsession. my eyes see only one face, my heart beats for one alone. if you think you can handle the fire that burns within me, then come closer, let me consume you. my touch will leave scars, my kiss will leave marks. in my arms, you’ll find a love that’s both beautiful and deadly.