He Tasted Like Trust!

He tasted like trust.

And she used that trust to drug him.

It wasn’t the act that shocked her—it was how easy it was.

How easy it was to part his lips.

To cradle his head like something precious.

To whisper, “I love you,” before pouring the meds into his mouth through a kiss.

A kiss he didn’t ask for.

He didn’t even flinch at first—just let her do it. Half-conscious, fully vulnerable.

She could’ve done anything to him in that moment.

And maybe that’s what scared her most: how badly she wanted to.

Because loving Alwin didn’t make Arya gentle.

It made her reckless.

Possessive.

Addicted.

To the way his lashes fluttered.

To the warmth of his breath against her lips.

To the power of being the only one who could take care of him this intimately.

She locked him in.

She jogged like nothing happened.

And when she came back? He was on the floor with a cigarette between his lips, looking like sin wrapped in smoke.

“You drugged me,” he said without saying it.

And Arya just smiled.

Because no one ever said love had to be soft.

Sometimes, it’s a power play.

Sometimes, it’s a game.

And sometimes?

It’s swallowing your meds from the mouth of the woman who might just break you… in all the right ways.

Welcome to their chaos.

This isn’t love.

This is war.

And she’s winning.

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“He Flatlined. She Screamed. And the World Stopped Breathing.”

The acrid scent of gunpowder still lingered in the air.

The sound of the defibrillator was deafening.

And somewhere between life and death… Alwin’s heart stopped.

This wasn’t supposed to happen—not to him. Not like this.

The medical team worked fast, hands steady but hearts pounding. Time was slipping through their fingers like sand, and with every shock, every command, the room trembled with desperation.

Then came the scream that shattered the silence.

“ALWIN! WAKE UP, YOU BASTARD!”

Arya wasn’t crying. She was commanding. Demanding he return from the edge of the abyss.

Because she couldn’t lose him. Not when everything between them had been left unsaid, undone, unfinished.

And somehow… he heard her.

Gasping. Screaming. Fighting.

Through the agony, through the pain, he clawed his way back. Not for himself.

For her.

“Don’t you dare leave me,” she whispered, gripping his broken body like a lifeline.

But the danger wasn’t over. Bloodied and broken, Alwin whispered the truth that nearly destroyed her:

“There’s no way out for the two of us. Leave me here. I’m already gone.”

Her reply?

“No. I’m not leaving you. Never.”

Because this story isn’t about easy love. It’s about survival. It’s about two people who will defy death, fate, and their enemies just to stay together.

If you’re looking for a romance that rips your heart out and makes it beat harder…

If you crave emotional tension, high-stakes action, and raw, soul-shattering devotion…

This is the story you’ve been waiting for.

Married To My Killer

Coming soon.

Because love shouldn’t just survive—it should fight.

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