His little firefly (18+)

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Summary

Two years apart. One lie between them. Now sheโ€™s in Pragueโ€”sleeping in the bed he chose, breathing air he owns, walking streets he controls. "๐’€๐’๐’–โ€™๐’“๐’† ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’†, ๐’Ž๐’†๐’“๐’Š ๐’„๐’‰๐’‰๐’๐’•๐’Š ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’š๐’‚๐’“๐’‚," he murmurs, fingers already sliding under her skirt, and "๐‘ฐโ€™๐’Ž ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’“๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’†๐’“โ€ฆ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†, ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’, ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’–๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’ˆ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†." And when she finally breaks on his hand, gasping his name He smiles. Because she never stopped being his.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
4
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

"๐‘๐ž๐š๐ ๐๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ"

His Little firefly (18+)

By @vixenfemme

โœจ Let the gods fall. Let the monsters burn. But let love, no matter how cruel, survive.โœจ

Theme : A dark, obsessive second-chance romance where literature collides with crime, and broken hearts still beat louder than bullets. This is a story of love so cruel it becomes devotion, and a past so painful it scars the future.

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โœฟ Blurb โœฟ

Meher Kapoor never planned on returning to him.

She was the sunlit brilliance of poetry; he was the storm in human form. In college, they were wildfire, too bright, too fast, too doomed. But one betrayal shattered her trust, burned their love, and buried the truth.

Now, years later, she's unknowingly returned to his country, on his scholarship for her PhD in literature. She thinks it's a coincidence.

It's not.

Because

Aaryan Vir Raizada never let her go.

He's no longer just the dangerous boy who broke her heart. He's a king in shadows now head of a ruthless empire, draped in power, blood, and silk.

And he's been watching her. Every bookstore. Every coffee. Every fucking breath she took.

-ห‹หโœ„โ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆ-ห‹หโœ„โ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆ-ห‹หโœ„โ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆ-ห‹หโœ„โ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆ-ห‹

Rain slithered down the windowpanes like ghosts of their past. She didn't notice the storm. She only noticed the eyes staring at her from the dark.

Aaryan : "is this seat taken, Professor Kapoor?"

She looks up. The coffee trembles in her hand. It's been two years.

He never moved on.

She never forgave him.

But he's not here for forgiveness. He's here to finish what he started even if he has to break her into poetry and rebuild her into prose that only he can read.


This time, she won't fall easily.

This time, he'll make her.

เผŠเฟ อŽ. ๏ฝกหš ยฐ โŠน หš.เผŠเฟ อŽ. ๏ฝกหš ยฐ โŠน หš.เผŠเฟ อŽ. ๏ฝกหš ยฐ โŠน หš.

๐Ÿšจ Trigger Warnings

This story contains:

Obsession & Stalking

Emotional manipulation

Dubious consent/consent struggles

Violence & trauma

Dark psychology

Sexual tension and graphic scenes (18+)

Language & mafia themes

โš ๏ธ Reader discretion advised. Not for the faint of heart.

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๐Ÿท๏ธ Tropes You'll Love (and fear)

Second chance, but darker

Mafia x professor

Possessive but only for her

"You're mine, even if you hate me" energy

Cat-and-mouse tension

Smart heroine vs manipulative hero

Hidden identities

He knew. Always.

Jealousy. Obsession. Domination.

Dark pasts & slow reveals

Forced proximity with tension so thick it bleeds

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ยฉ๏ธ Copyright Notice

ยฉ VixenFemme 2025

โš ๏ธ All rights reserved. Characters, plot, dialogues, and world belong to the author. Do not plagiarize, repost, or steal content.

๐Ÿ“š Don't copy. Be inspired. Or he might just come for you , My characters are not templates. They breathe fire.

Your plagiarized version? Will be reported and dragged through the literary hell gates.

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