VIOLET SWAN.

ITALY.

꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎

I can’t keep going like this. I don’t want to keep going like this. I’ve already fallen once… and maybe, in silence, I never really stopped being under his shadow. My head is a mess right now — caught between my thoughts and what makes sense. Honestly, my logic and reason take vacations every time Aarón stands in front of me.

I inhale deeply, painfully aware of how stupidly easy it is for him to do whatever he wants with me. It’s in moments like these that I wonder if the moon bond is real… or just a cruel lie used to manipulate me. If all of this is nothing more than a biological necessity between wolves — where there are no feelings, only chemical compatibility. No love, just animal instinct driven by survival.

I turn off the shower, but even all the water that poured over my body hasn't erased his scent. It clings to me like a tattoo on my skin, an indelible mark that won’t easily fade. Wrapped in