***mature content ahead***

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"Me. It's going to be me."

[ flashback ]

"Ah- fuck!"

Taehyung grunted breathlessly, weaving his long fingers in hair of the writhing girl beneath him and pulling it harshly. She released a helpless yelp, her legs quivering around him as he pounded her into sweet oblivion.

Actually, sweet might be a bit over-exaggerated - more like violent, dark and wicked oblivion.

There was nothing sweet about the way Taehyung was manhandling her right now, the confirmation of that statement the way she let out cries of pleasure and the way her neck strained as he bent down and gripped at her trachea. She started choking and her face grew crimson as Taehyung increased the pressure for a couple moments before letting go.

It would have been uncharacteristic of him to mewl praises for the way her tight pussy welcomed his hardened cock, although he was inwardly enjoying it. Any kind of compliments would reinforce a pointless belief in her that she might be anything more than a depraved fuck for him.

Like any other night, he had to take care of the straining bulge in his pants and tonight, she was the chosen instrument for that. Handjobs just didn't do it for him anymore, anyway why rely on his five fingers when there was a line of desperate women begging for his cock to rip them to shreds?

Tonight, he was feeling particularly nasty and spiteful though. However, no matter how much Taehyung tried to fuck his sour mood out of the way, he just couldn't relish in the blissful sensation of diving in between the girl's wet hot folds. He tried fucking her harder, faster - accelerating the speed of his brutal thrusts so much that her head ended up colliding with the headboard of Taehyung's old creaking bed.

Paying no mind to her painful hiss, he carried on plunging balls deep inside of her, pushing her down into the mattress. His forehead covered in sweat and his hair glued to his hot skin, he even tried squeezing his eyes shut so that he could reach his high faster. Shit, why was the sight of his cock disappearing in between two perfectly shaped ass cheeks not doing it for him anymore? Was there something wrong with him?

Accidentally or not, the thought of Aera invaded his mind at that moment. He reminisced that day the dainty woman had innocently wandered in his auto-repair shop sporting a pair of denim shorts that emphasized her cute ass in the naughtiest way possible. She had batted her eyelashes at him, politely asking him to help her out with a flat tire. He would help her out, alright, but not without a spark of lust creeping its way in his head.

Suddenly his cock twitched and Taehyung's eyes popped wide open, the shock from the primal reaction he had to the thought of Aera washing over him. His brows furrowed, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, imagining it was her waist he had his arms wrapped around.

Frustration pooled in his gut the second he realized the mental image was only drawing his release closer. No matter how much he fought it, he simply could not stop thinking of Aera's legs quivering around him, her skin reddened under his nails. She just looked like she'd like it wild and rough. He surrendered to his fantasy completely and finally let go, filling the girl with his semen and not caring whether she had reached her climax or not.

Taehyung wasted no time in removing himself from her, shuffling lazily to the bathroom to wash himself. When he got back, the girl was still panting heavily, collapsed and breathless on top of the pillows.

"You should go." Taehyung stated coldly, yanking his clothes from the ground and putting them on leisurely. He was both annoyed and vexed by his mind wandering off towards the end, leaving the aftertaste from the carnal experience kind of bittersweet.

Mumbling incoherently, the girl rose from the bed.

"How about a shower?" she questioned, hopeful.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll shower later."

The shift in her mood was glaringly obvious, a dejected pout crossing her face. She moved from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom to wash herself up before reappearing at the door frame.

"I'll just go, then." She murmured, her eyes darting to Taehyung who had his back turned to her and was enjoying a smoke next to the window.

"By the way." he pivoted, the cigarette placed in between his lips. The silver lip ring adorning his mouth was simmering in the moonlight coming through the window.

"Yes?" the girl chimed, craning her neck to look at his unbothered face properly, her eyes expectant.

"You're still on the pill, right?"

There could not have been a way for her to look sadder than she did in this moment.

"Uh, yes... don't worry about it."

"Good. Cause an unwanted pregnancy is the last thing I need right now." He mumbled.

"Yeah, no. Of course I'm on the pill." The girl muttered, slipping her t-shirt over her head. She could hardly conceal her disappointment; they had been fucking like this every week for the past one year and one might think he'd ask her out on a proper date at least once, but no.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was occupied with entirely different thoughts. "You can call yourself a cab, right?"

"Sure."

Then get out of my house quicker, for fuck's sake, he thought to himself. He couldn't spend another second looking at her pink-rimmed eyes glistening with need. Shit, was this one developing feelings for him, too? That might just render her worthless and he'd have to get rid of her as soon as possible.

"See you next week then?" she questioned, hovering by the door. Finally she had collected all of her shit from the floor and was on her way.

"You know what? Let me get back to you about that."

Her expression instantly dropped. "Oh, I, uh, I- I," she stuttered at first but quickly got a grip. Good job getting a hold of herself, even though she could have played it a little bit more believable.

"Hm?" Taehyung yawned, stretching his arms above his head. When he noticed her expression was still one of subtle disbelief, he strode quickly towards her and ushered her towards the front door as gently as he possibly could. "Be safe, okay?"

"Okay." She uttered, walking out as if her legs were blocks of ice.

The second Taehyung heard something even remotely close to a sniffle come from her, he slammed the door, muttering a quick 'bye'. Like any normal human man out there, he had absolutely no fucking clue how to behave around a crying woman, one who would get all red-eyed and ugly, would talk feelings and emit wordless signals that she wanted to be hugged.

With a heavy sigh, he rested his back against the door and closed his eyes. For some reason, he could still feel the familiar hunger not yet satiated. Granted this was not his worst fuck, as a matter of fact it was pretty decent, but he could sense a problem still very present and bulging in his pants. Why? Why wasn't his usual arsenal of dick-whipped women doing the trick of him anymore?

Was he broken?

A shower might be nice right now, Taehyung thought. He had the unbearable urge to wrap his hand around his twitching cock and take care of the issue himself. Yet, that goddamn woman and her goddamn shorts just wouldn't leave him alone.

Why was Lee Aera so stubbornly permeating his mind? He had seen her again afterwards many times but honestly, he never though the woman would rock his boat. Frankly, her looks were barely to his unique taste but there was something about her presence that captivated him.

Maybe getting on top of her would get her out of his system, but no. Taehyung wouldn't do that. Something was stopping him from treating her as poorly and demeaning her like the rest of them. Plus, they were 'friends', Taehyung grimaced as he reminisced the way she had so annoyingly put it. Friends. Pfft. He certainly didn't want to do the same things to his friends that he wanted to do to her, but for now was keeping his sinful desires at bay.

Coming to terms with the fact that his erection was still very much bothering him, Taehyung headed for the bathroom almost angrily. All of a sudden, the door was flung open and a petite form plummeted inside faster than shit on a shovel.

"Again?!" Kiara squeaked. Taehyung's overbearing neighbor seemed outright livid and surprisingly, very much awake for this time of the night.

His hostile glare zeroed in on her. "Do you by any chance stay up and keep tabs on who leaves my place?"

Kiara tensed up. "No. I was just coming out of the bathroom when I heard-"

"For fuck's sake woman, you're a fucking voyeur. A pervert!"

"Hey!" she scowled, pointing at his direction accusingly. "It's not my fault your bed keeps creaking and keeps me awake at night!"

Taehyung smirked as he gave her a once over. He leaned one shoulder on the wall and crossed his legs at the ankles.

"If you want to have a taste, all you have to do is ask nicely."

"God!" Kiara spat, mimicking a barf. "As if. Thank you very much, I'm not interested in getting every single STD known to humanity."

Taehyung scoffed, pushing himself off of the wall and taking on a more serious stance.

"I'm waiting on you to say whatever the hell you barged in here for, otherwise I'm throwing you out myself."

"Wow. Rude."

"I don't like repeating myself, Kiara."

Her shoulders slumped and she inhaled sharply.

"Did you try to..." she trailed off, igniting a flare of irritability within Taehyung. He knew perfectly well what she wanted to ask him, but was too pissed off to give her his answer.

"I'm not discussing this with you."

She was blatantly outraged. "For heaven's sake, Tae! You know how hard my friend at the PD worked to dig up and give us some info about who your parents are-"

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" he thundered, rendering her flabbergasted by this aggressive interruption.

"E-Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Get your lil' ass out of my house, right now."

Kiara's chin trembled with the menace of an upcoming whimper. Her heart swirled with ache at Taehyung's hurtful demeanor. Ultimately, he knew she was the only one who ever gave a damn about him. It was evident by the way she'd occasionally check up on him, bring him soup when he was sick or suggest to share her meal with him after a long day. Just tiny little gestures that on first glance didn't appear intentional, but were so well-timed that no way they were coincidental. He had never received such treatment from anyone before.

Taehyung was a loner. He'd always been one ever since he ran off from that godforsaken and abominable institution people called an orphanage. Several years of evading the authorities and he somehow managed to settle down in one of Seoul's seedy districts. He never got a proper education. His passion for cars and how they worked awakened suddenly and he set up his own auto repair shop that allowed him to make just enough money so that he could get by the next month, buy himself new clothes when he needed them and occasionally have another tattoo done.

Taehyung never believed he had any talents.

Apart from the talent of pushing women to the brink of a third orgasm, that is. Apparently that and knowing his way around a car's engine were the only two things he excelled at. Both of them were god-given and he never bothered to make an effort.

Women adored him, worshipped him, crawled on four legs for him and a minute of his time. Honestly, it was just bothersome at times. But at least it managed to temporarily take his mind off of how lonely he felt. Seeking momentary pleasure became a habit for him, one he just couldn't shake off.

Sex was his weapon and he knew perfectly well how to use it. Ironically, it was also his biggest curse, stamped and engraved on his brain like a scarlet shame mark.

"I just want to help you," Kiara whispered. "But I can't do that if you don't help yourself."

Her motherly voice was extremely off-putting to him for some reason. Revolting, even. Something inside of Taehyung resisted every attempt at genuine affection someone ever made towards him.

"Yeah?" he barked a sardonic laugh. "You know how you can help me, don't you?"

With those words, he took a prowling step towards her. Gone was the viciously sarcastic man from a second ago, this now was a predator on his move. Kiara gave a dry swallow, feeling how the back of her knees hit the cold wall.

"N-no?" she asked hesitantly, not entirely sure where he was going with this. Taehyung had never even once made a move on her, why do it now?

Slowly, he stalked towards her until he was looming before her, his spellbinding aura blindsiding her. Taehyung pressed his hand against the wall, trapping Kiara underneath him.

"Strip."

His command was short and unnegotiable. It made her heartbeat spike and her ears started buzzing from the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

"Are you insane?!" Kiara breathed out with more defiance that she felt. "What- what has gotten into you?"

"I think you and I both know how much you want this," Taehyung tilted his head to the side as he regarded her with heavy-lidded eyes full of nonchalance. "So let's just get it over with."

She shoved him back cowardly. He wouldn't budge.

"You really think I want this?" she grumbled. "To be one of the many temporary guests filling the void inside of you?"

"No, I'm not saying this," he mocked. "I'm saying what you need is a good pounding to get me out of your system so that you can finally leave me the fuck alone."

Kiara's incensed brown orbs seethed with indignation.

"You... are fucking horrible."

"Am I?" Taehyung smirked, tracing her jaw with his forefinger gently. "You won't be saying this in a couple minutes when you'll be screaming my name."

She flushed, which only egged him on.

"Come on," he tugged at the hem of her shirt lightly. "Come on, Ki. This is long overdue. You've wanted to get under me since the moment we met, you were just too much of a fucking prude to say it. Well, masks off now. So let's do it. I promise I'll be gentle... the first few minutes." Taehyung sneered diabolically, toying with a strand of her hair and wrapping it around his finger as he full-on cast his seductive abilities on her.

Uncomfortably timid, Kiara turned her face away from him. Encouraged by her dubious attitude, Taehyung leaned closer and let his warm breath caress the skin of her cheek as his hand found his way underneath her blouse. She shuddered when his cold fingers met her abdomen and recoiled when they ran up to her breast.

"Get away from me!" she was affronted, pushing him back as hard as she could. Admittedly, Taehyung was not anticipating this kind of reaction from her and toppled backwards, almost losing his balance. Shell-shocked, he stared at his hands in disbelief.

Tears welled up in Kiara's eyes as her disdain burst through her. Her chest heaved up and down with great embarrassment and shame.

"How could you be so awful!" she wailed, the amount of despair in her voice causing Taehyung's insides to shrink and a sharp gasp to leave his mouth. "I don't want to be your goddamn fuckbuddy!" she spat. "All I wanted was to be your friend! And you don't touch your friends inappropriately... you don't..." she trailed off, folding her arms in front of her chest frantically, feeling dishonored.

Taehyung's mouth popped open with his rapid breathing. Realization dawned upon him and he was instantly filled with terrible shame and suffocating guilt, like he was seeing things clearly for the first time now. Almost as if someone had replaced him with a replica of himself and now he was observing all of this from afar.

"Kiara, I-" he breathed, stepping forward and falling frozen the moment she shuddered away from him, whimpering quietly. "I'm so sorry."

"You should be fucking sorry!" she mewled, glaring at him as if he were a monster. "All this time I've been nothing but nice to you! I don't deserve to be treated like one of your whores!"

"I'm sorry!" he burst out, raising his voice. Panic-struck, he did not know what to do. He wanted to take her and comfort her, but he reckoned that was barely appropriate after all the shit that had went down in a matter of seconds.

Kiara's eyes filled with hatrted and she stared him up and down one last time. Unsteadily, she whipped around and tumbled about, running off and fleeing his place. Seconds later, he heard the slamming of her door and something that sounded a lot like sobbing.

"Fuck!" Taehyung cussed, slamming his fist against the wall. Nothing good came from him pouring his anger out, only his blood-covered knuckles. Desperate, he buried his face in his palms and hissed.

What a fucking idiot. What was he even thinking? Wallowing in his self-hate, he had ended up literally forcing himself on one of the nicest, sweetest people he had ever met. Probably the douchiest thing he had ever done.

Regret flew in the moment he realized the amount of damage he had just inflicted on Kiara. What a piece of shit he was. Truly.

At least one thing was for certain now. Pain follows pain. He had ended up doing the exact same thing to Kiara that had been done to him in that disgusting orphanage. Admittedly, the degree of the trauma was not the same, but the deed was identical. Deliberately or not, he had almost tried to coerce her into having sex with him, just like he was being groomed and coerced to having sex without being capable of giving consent as a child.

What was he to do? Sex was all he knew. It was his only way of communication. As years passed, it became easier to enjoy it, but the struggle was still there. If anything, it became some sort of a wicked source of entertainment with him. In a way, treating these women like shit was a form of revenge for him. A revenge to all womankind for the horrible deed one woman in particular did to him. For the way she fucked him up. He took pleasure in fucking them roughly, choking them, biting them, pulling at their hair, stripping them down and god knows what else even he was uncomfortable saying out loud to someone.

The pain became part of the fun.

His favorite part nonetheless came after the sex. When he'd tell them what fucking cocksluts they were and how they were worth nothing to him. Strangely enough, for some of them this was a bizarre turn-on. In those cases he'd fuck them again, have another round at best, and throw them away along with the other ones. Taehyung was amazed to find out how many women liked to lowkey be disrespected by him. It even made them more eager. So he took a different approach and just acted as nonchalant as ever with them until they took the hint and left.

Taehyung might have had sex with a hundred women, but he never managed to establish a connection with any of them. Surely this spoke of a sickening degree of trauma that was crippling him emotionally. However, there was no one that could ever help him deal with this. No amount of therapy would ever be able to undo all of his fucked-up flaws.

His deliberate choice of an isolated lifestyle never did much for him.

So right there and then, Taehyung made a decision. A conscious decision to change. He finally had clarity. Nothing good would ever come out of him fucking his way through life and seeking temporary escape from his despair.

You can't look for healing in the same place you got hurt.

He glanced towards the door that was gaping wide open and sighed. The image of Kiara storming out, hurt and affronted, was still very much present in his mind.

Taehyung rubbed his forehead despairingly. He had a shit ton of apologizing to do now.

***

So. Fucking. Cold.

Taehyung was fairly certain his fingers were going to fall off. It was mid-September and already so cold. Unnaturally cold. Or maybe it was just his nerves that were making his jaw clench and release and his gut churn with anticipation?

His gaze traveled up to the dove grey sky, a palette of winter colors, each hue darker and richer than the other. Piercing through the skyline like a giant silver needle was Elysium Hotel, Aera's family business. The building was humongous and just one of the Elysium hotels scattered all across the country. The Lee family was apparently very high-profile if Taehyung had ever seen one. Funny how Aera never even once mentioned on their many encounters that she was a freaking gazillionnaire. Letting him know might have been nice.

Which was all the more reason for him to be anxious now. His fingers clenched around the bouquet of flowers in his right hand, so tightly it was as though he was trying to choke them to death. He glanced down with disdain at the poor plants.

This was so fucking stupid. A new level of embarrassment rose within him. Why women insisted on men to gift them dead plants was beyond him.

Apparently this was what you did when you wanted to be a gentleman, a word that had never been in Taehyung's vocabulary until now.

Good thing at least Kiara finally accepted his apology. Not before he stumbled on her doorstep with what looked to be chicken noodle soup but tasted like a shoe and a remorseful expression on his face. Either way, she had been graceful enough to forgive him. Maybe this was a silver lining. Maybe it was a sign that things were finally going great of him. Maybe it was the start of something good.

This time he was going to do it right. This time, when a woman caught his attention, he was going to ask her out on a proper date and get to know her, no matter the amount of discomfort this brought him.

And this woman was Aera.

Taehyung sat down on a bench and waited. She was supposed to come out any minute now. His stomach curled in anticipation, his gaze dropped down to the tips of his perfectly polished Dr. Martens.

Rustling sounds came from behind him and Taehyung sprung up, swinging his head towards that same direction. His narrowed eyes scanned the perimeter. It was almost twilight and the sun was setting behind the horizon. It was too cold to have a stroll around the hotel's park so it was mostly desolate for the exception of Taehyung himself.

The rustling came again, overlapped by the sound of the howling wind. It was getting too difficult to differentiate between the sound of the dry autumn leaves crunching and possibly someone's footsteps. However, Taehyung stood up abruptly like a spring, and waited, his mind on full alert.

From the bushes came a man's silhouette, waddling unsteadily and almost comically, resembling a penguin. A tirade of profanities echoed in the empty space, making Taehyung furrow his brows.

"Oh, I-" the stranger stuttered, readjusting the glasses over his nose, and removing a twig from his jacket. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

He gave a toothy bunny smile, continuing to pat his clothes. He certainly did not look like he was going out on a hike, not in this weather at least, and Taehyung wondered what the fuck he was doing creeping in the bushes.

Maybe he was one of those exhibitionists freaks who took pleasure in showing their genitals to other people.

"Go away man, I don't wanna see your dick," Taehyung said lowly, rolling his eyes. "I don't swing that way."

"M-my dick?" the man was abashed, a wave of heat instantly flushing in his cheeks. "What makes you think I want to show you my dick?"

"Well what is your deal exactly, coming out of the bushes like that and shit?"

"I just took a shortcut." He deadpanned.

The way his frame stiffened at Taehyung's prying question gave off a very secretive vibe. So, that's skeevy. This bunny boy was not supposed to be out there, but for some reason, he was. This piqued Taehyung's interest.

"Oh," he gave a look of intrigue. "Are you by any chance here to meet someone you should not be meeting in public, hm? In the middle of a forbidden affair, are we?"

"What!" the man shrieked. "Who- who told you that? What do you know?!"

"I see," Taehyung hummed knowingly. "Is it a lady friend?"

"N-no, what makes you think that!" the man mumbled. Although his frame was broad and manly, his facial features were boyishly charming. He had a youthful complexion, but Taehyung reckoned that maybe if he carried himself a bit more confidently, he could be quite menacing.

"Listen buddy, I'm not into drama," Taehyung yawned. "I won't tell anyone I saw you here, so chill out."

"Thank God." The man's chest collapsed into a relieved sigh.

"Actually, you can take these." Taehyung walked up to him and shoved the flowers in his face.

"F-for me?" the stranger gawked.

"No, you idiot," Taehyung grumbled. "For the girl you're supposed to meet out here, duh."

"Oh thank you. Meisa is really going to like them." The man murmured.

"What now?" Taehyung barely heard him.

"Nothing!" the boy squeaked, puffing his chest out and scurrying away as quickly as he could. "Bye!"

"Bye." Taehyung grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and staring after him quizzically.

The night was upon him now and he sighed heavily, his eyes drifting over to the hotel's entrance. Aera was supposed to walk out through those doors, but she was nowhere to be seen yet. His heartstrings constricted. Did something happen?

As if on cue, the sliding doors gaped open and a woman's form stomped out. Taehyung lurched forward, taking a step towards the fuming girl but stopped in his tracks when he spotted another taller figure.

"Yeah, go, run! Leave!" the slender man yelled and Taehyung could hear the tension and intensity in his tone along with the ridiculing mockery. "The streets are where you belong!"

"Leave me the hell alone, Hyukjae!" Aera bellowed, the veins of her neck protruding. Her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed and the scratches on her knuckles spoke of a possible previous struggle.

It hadn't gone unnoticed by Taehyung the several occurrences where Aera had subtly implied that her half-brother had been violent with her. Very rarely, but he had. The memory of all those times she had vaguely confided to him about this flooded his mind like water rushing into a sinking ship and he wondered why the fuck he had brushed it off so nonchalantly. She was so clearly carrying herself with the internal brokenness that only a person exposed to abuse could experience. He recognized it, because the same brokenness resided deep within him.

"You useless piece of shit," Hyukjae prowled towards her, swaying slightly. The slurring of his words told he was most probably intoxicated. "You should never have been born."

He grunted as he took a handful of Aera's hoodie and attempted to wrestle her to the ground. She released a yelp, bending down onto her knees, and gripping at his fist. Why the fuck was no one coming to her rescue? Security?

"Dad is dead. Your slut of a mother is dead. And now," Hyukjae leaned closer and practically spat in her face. "Your precious uncle Dongho is dead, too. Soon enough you're going to follow them to your death, and believe me when I tell you, sister, I'm going to dance on your grave when your pitiful existence is finally wiped off of the face of the Earth."

"Let me go, you psycho!" Aera tried to fight back with all she had, but he was too strong. She was in great distress, squeezing her eyes shut fearfully.

In those next seconds Taehyung's mind was completely blank as he observed the scene panning out before him, too paralyzed to make sense of it all. Hyukjae raised his free arm up, swinging down to jab at Aera's ribs, but suddenly someone swooshed past him, grabbing him by the collar and swinging him out of line, sending him toppling backwards.

"Get your hands off of her!" someone roared. Taehyung squinted to see better. It was him, that obnoxiously overbearing blond bodyguard that shadowed Aera everywhere she went.

The silence was almost absolute as Hyukjae wiped his mouth off and slowly got to his feet.

Not paying any attention to him, Jimin instead turned and knelt down before the panting Aera. He gently put his hands on top of her shoulders and rubbed them. "Sorry," he mumbled, his lips hovering over hers. "I'm sorry I was late."

Scowling unpleasantly, Hyukjae just watched them for a couple seconds. With a distasteful grunt, followed by a very loud burp, he apparently chose to walk away, having probably realized he was in no state for a confrontation of such high intensity in his inebriated state. Possibly the smartest decision he had ever made in his life.

"You're safe for now." He snarled just as he shuffled away. "You can thank your bodyguard for that. Good thing he's always here to save the day."

Seconds later, Aera practically collapsed into Jimin's embrace and melted into his form. Her shoulders were shaking but not a single sob could be heard. His forehead creased in concern, he caressed the back of her head lovingly. It was an idyllic picture that radiated so much affection, devotion and understanding. It was capable of moving even the most callous person in the world.

Taehyung knew back then. He had to walk away.

He didn't belong there.

[ end of flashback ]

"Me. It's going to be me."

Taehyung stepped up, his fists clenching and relaxing. He could not have protected Aera back then, but he sure as hell would give all of himself to protect her now.

author's note:

yes, finally an update! 🤗 thank you for reading and for being patient with me! Love you to the moon and back 💕🥰🌠🌛🌜🌟

do any of you recognize the boy from the park Tae gave the flowers to? heheheh

on a more serious note, guys. The other day this lovely ARMY sent me some fanart of Jimin and Aera (she asked me not to say who she is because she's shy but it's such a shame because she's crazy talented guys!) and I started wondering if maybe there are other fan tributes to the WG saga and its characters out there. If yes, please don't hesitate to send them to me on my insta @singularitaeaddict .

Whatever it is, drawings, sketches, graphics, covers. Songs and playlists would work too. Maybe one day I would make a separate section just for that sort of thing. I've seen other authors receive fanart and I've always thought it would be so cool if someone did something like this for me. And someone did! Thank you!

Admittedly I'm not like one of the 'big' or 'famous' authors out there but to know that something I wrote inspired you to create is making me so happy!

So yeah. Don't hesitate to pm me on insta and share your art with me!