S2Arcane: This is the story that has bite marks and bruises. A kind of love story, that aches as it is being delivered...

ou'd forget my name, pretend I don't have one and call me everything but nice. God, what am I telling you, I rage for you, all fists filled with hair and scuffed knees. Nothing about this would be tender, I'd be scratch marks on your skin, and you wouldn't even mind. This isn’t the kind of story that promises sensual massages and roses, this is the kind of love story that says I want to rip you apart just for the thrill of it, I want you naked, want you trembling and sore. This is the kind of love story you don’t tell your friends about, go home the next morning with my name bruised into your thighs, don’t speak of how we set the whole world on fire and clung together as it burned down in flames.

You pick what I wear, I’ll finish the story, make you a video as a gift when you purchase our memory you create