Deathly Frost

It started as a thought, innocent, fleeting. But thoughts turn into cravings. Cravings turn into sins. And some sins can never be undone.

There's no escape from this. No redemption. No salvation. Only hunger. Only the unbearable ache of wanting what should never be touched.

Every glance lingers too long. Every touch burns too hot. Every whispered breath in the dark is a vow a promise to destroy every rule, every law, every shred of morality.

This is not love. This is not lust.

This is possessio...