CONFIDENTIAL MEMO From: Wren Parker To: Whoever Finds this
To whoever finds this.. don't mistake this for a cry for help.
It's a confession.
A surrender.
A final, useless attempt to explain how a girl like me ended up here.
I used to think I was the grounded one. The bright one. The safe one.
The kind of woman who keeps her life clean, her heart loyal, her impulses tucked neatly behind a gentle smile.
But darkness doesn't knock. It watches. It waits.
And sometimes, it chooses you long before you decide to choose it back.
I know the exact moment mine chose me.
The studio window across from my bedroom turned on, and in that warm, dim light stood a woman carved out of smoke and shadows. Dakota Grey. Painter. Recluse. Something far more dangerous than I had the vocabulary for.
I should have looked away. Instead, I stared.
Her presence crawled under my skin before she ever spoke to me. Before I even knew her name.
Before I realized she had already been painting me in secret; my face, my stance, my private moments, immortalized on her canvas without my permission.
Some people call that obsession. I call it inevitability.
The first time I caught her watching me through that studio window, something inside me cracked open like a door I had spent my entire life pretending didn't exist. I felt it. The fall.
Immediate. Lust-soaked. Irreversible.
She didn't look away. And I...I stepped closer.
This is the part where I'm supposed to warn you to stop. To turn back.
To save yourself from what's coming.
But the truth is uglier than that:
I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to burn.
Dakota's the kind of woman who ruins you quietly. Soft voice, cold eyes, hands that know how to create and destroy with equal precision. She never promised me safety. She promised me nothing at all.
And still, I followed the darkness like it was a lifeline.
This is your warning. Curiosity is a blade. Silence is foreplay and obsession doesn't knock before entering.
If you open this book, you open the curtains. Just remember one thing:
You can't stand this close to someone else's ruin
without getting a little on you, too.
Paint me darker. Or close the page before it's too late.
Content Warning:
This story contains: Explicit language, Voyeurism, obsession, and a lot of psychological tension. Explicit sexual situations between women, mental health issues, jealousy, emotional manipulation, and characters who are morally messy. Themes of desire, temptation, and emotional unraveling. It also contains drug use, light sadism and infidelity.
Basically, it's dark, intense, and sexy, and not your typical romance. Reader discretion is advised!
*This story will be updated consistently. Enjoy!*
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