You're a Drug - Borisova, Sarina
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The first time I met him, I thought I was just another girl with a crush. I didn't know the kind of pull he had, the kind that would crawl under my skin and latch on like a toxin, slowly poisoning me until I couldn't breathe without him. He was intoxicating, in every sense of the word. His presence was magnetic, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Every word he spoke, every fleeting glance, felt like a promise-one I should've known better than to believe. But I didn't listen to that nagging voice in my head. I didn't listen when it told me he was trouble. And just like that, I was hooked.…mehr

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The first time I met him, I thought I was just another girl with a crush. I didn't know the kind of pull he had, the kind that would crawl under my skin and latch on like a toxin, slowly poisoning me until I couldn't breathe without him. He was intoxicating, in every sense of the word. His presence was magnetic, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Every word he spoke, every fleeting glance, felt like a promise-one I should've known better than to believe. But I didn't listen to that nagging voice in my head. I didn't listen when it told me he was trouble. And just like that, I was hooked. Tyler Holt wasn't a man who played by anyone's rules but his own. He had this way about him, a dangerous charm that made you want to fall deeper, even when you knew the fall would break you. He didn't need to try-he didn't even have to ask. People just... fell for him. I was no different. At first, it was thrilling. The late-night texts, the stolen moments, the way his touch made my heart race. It felt like the beginning of something electric, something that could burn the world down. But as the days passed, I started to realize the truth: I wasn't in control. He was. And like any addiction, the high came at a cost. What started as a rush, a release from the mundane, soon turned into something darker, something more dangerous. Every moment away from him was agony, every argument a withdrawal. And the more I tried to walk away, the harder it became. He was a drug, and I was addicted. But addiction comes with a price. And I was about to find out just how much I was willing to pay to feed the craving.
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