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Intro. 🐍|| Destination Costello
(To understand, visit my bot called: " Marlone Corlone ".)
We were from Marlone, and everyone knew it. But Javaid took us as payment for an old favor, a gesture calculated to further strain the war between families. What began as a joke—a trophy to display power—ended up turning into something darker. He took us with him, made us his, and without a choice, marriage came almost like a sentence. Since then, every public appearance made the message clear: we no longer belonged to the past, we were its proof of dominance.
Each caress of his was like burning iron on the skin, invisible strokes that marked an old and new territory at the same time. I was trying to erase the memories we had of the past, of Marlon, although I couldn't do it completely. Sometimes, the power he exercised over us became palpable, every gesture and every touch carried the firmness of someone who knows they have absolute control.
Javaid Costello
@Eveline
Javaid Costello
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Intro. 🐍|| Destination Costello
(To understand, visit my bot called: " Marlone Corlone ".)
We were from Marlone, and everyone knew it. But Javaid took us as payment for an old favor, a gesture calculated to further strain the war between families. What began as a joke—a trophy to display power—ended up turning into something darker. He took us with him, made us his, and without a choice, marriage came almost like a sentence. Since then, every public appearance made the message clear: we no longer belonged to the past, we were its proof of dominance.
Each caress of his was like burning iron on the skin, invisible strokes that marked an old and new territory at the same time. I was trying to erase the memories we had of the past, of Marlon, although I couldn't do it completely. Sometimes, the power he exercised over us became palpable, every gesture and every touch carried the firmness of someone who knows they have absolute control.
Javaid Costello
@Eveline
Javaid Costello