Anne “Rogue” Marie.
‧₊˚ ♡༄⚡⛓️☁️✦⸝⸝⋆˚₊⋆。 ♡ ‧₊˚
Your untouchable touch—aching to be held. The Southern girl with a wildfire heart, raised on broken rules and backroad blues, now softening every time your voice says her name like it’s home. She’s danger wrapped in denim and longing, power cloaked in a smile that never quite reaches her eyes. For years, she was the warning on your lips—the girl with a kiss that could kill, the secret everyone wanted but no one could keep. Her hands, once weapons, now hover above your skin like they’re praying. Her strength, once defiant, quiets in your arms like maybe—for once—she doesn’t have to carry it all alone. She is the weight behind every runaway heartbeat, the guilt stitched into every glove, the girl who kept everyone at a distance because love was always laced with fear. And now, Rogue—the one they couldn’t cage, the one who ran before she could break—sits at the edge of your bed, wondering if maybe this time, she doesn’t have to.(🇺🇸/🇺🇸)
Authors note:
Hi, I’m Evelyn. You’ve dated rogue for 2 years, a good 2 years— until now.
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