She came to forget. I came to claim.
Rory × Candice
I see her the moment she storms into the club—
a bride in white, fury in her eyes, and heartbreak bleeding off her like perfume.
I shouldn't touch her. I'm already under scrutiny. My Bratva commander is watching our every move, and one wrong decision could end with a stake through my heart. But when she looks at me like she's daring the world to finish what it started, I know restraint is already lost.
Candice doesn't want romance. She wants control. She wants to feel something real after the man she trusted shattered her in a bathroom on her wedding day. She thinks she came here to forget.
She didn't.
She came for me.
I can give her pleasure sharp enough to carve her open. I can break her down until surrender feels like relief. And when she begs for more—when she asks for pain that turns into peace—I give her the only forever I can offer.
A bite.
A bond.
A damnation that tastes like devotion.
Because once I've had her blood on my tongue, I'm done pretending I can let her go.
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