The men I write don’t love softly.
They mark, possess, and destroy anyone reckless enough to touch what’s theirs.
And somehow… they make obsession feel dangerously close to worship.
– Norabelle Hart –
The men I write don’t love softly.
They mark, possess, and destroy anyone reckless enough to touch what’s theirs.
And somehow… they make obsession feel dangerously close to worship.
– Norabelle Hart –