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꧁ƚԋҽ ρҽƚαʅ ϝαʅʅιɳɠ ϝɾσɱ ƚԋҽ ɾσʂҽ..꧂ Translation: The petal falling from the rose.. Genre: Dark romance, Romance, Forced marriage, Mafia, Poetry. (Short story. Sweet. Sharp. Like a dagger in silk.) 🥀 The petals falling from a rose… Like blood that no one chose. Two hearts bound by silent thread, Not love — but vows the bullets bled. Eyes meet in the smokeless hush, A lifetime sworn with not one touch. Tied not by will, but by the code, Where silence blooms and mercy owed. One rose, two thorns — a deal, a cost, What grows from soil that power lost? The petals fall. The streets forget. But in their veins, the pact is set. 🥀 Poem: “After the Vows” The petals falling from a rose… Not red, not fresh — but dry, morose. The vows were said. The wine was poured. Two names entwined, by blade — not Lord. No cheers remained. Just quiet rooms, Where wedding rings outshine the tombs. He lights her smoke with deadened hands, She watches blood drip through the plans. Love was never in the script. Just turf, a name, a power shift. And yet… Some nights, beneath the ghost-lit dome, They sit like strangers sharing home. The petals fall. The war goes on. But somthing twisted here feels wrong... ⟬As always.. ҽɳʝσყ.. ⟭ His name is Sevlven, if you have difficulty reading the font, apologies for not stating that beforehand. 🕯️∘₊✧──────✧₊∘𝓞𝓖 ιdea.