INK & BONES
Love is supposed to warm, to comfort, to save. But here it smolders like a dying star, a heat that wounds as much as it soothes. Pleasure clings to pain; desire feeds on ruin.These stories are sparks struck in darkness. Flames that began as hunger, as hope, and burned into something cruel. Love devours, blinds, and drags its believers into the shadows to ache and remember. Passion seeks out monsters. Devotion becomes a curse.
These are not tender romances but haunted confessions of lovers who cannot stop circling each other even as they are destroyed. Whispers of forever cut short. Promises rot into obsession.
Step inside and you will find desire remade into a labyrinth, beautiful and treacherous, full of ghosts that whisper in your head and refuse to let go.