Isaia

The first time I saw her, I told myself to walk away.

She wasn’t meant for me.
She wasn’t meant for anyone, really.

She's too soft. Too good. Too… innocent.

That’s why I couldn’t stay away.

She doesn’t know it yet,
but she’s already mine.

Every breath. Every step.
Every second she exists—I’m watching.

She’ll never be safe.
Not from the world.
Not from the people who want to take her from me.

I see the way they look at her.
Like she’s something they can steal.
But she’s not theirs to take.
She’s mine.

Mine to protect.
Mine to ruin.
Mine to keep.

And if they think they can have her,
they’re already dead.

His Angel

Loving Isaia Del Rossa is like drowning in darkness.
And with every possessive touch, every whispered command, I sink deeper under his spell.

On this island, there is no outside world. No past. No future. Only him.
His hands, his mouth, his obsession.

He worships me, breaks me, makes me beg for the kind of pleasure I should fear.
And he kills for me like it’s nothing.

Because to Isaia…I’m everything.
But love shouldn’t feel like a cage.

He says it’s for my protection, that the world beyond these shores is too dangerous.
But the longer I’m here, the more I wonder if this island was meant to protect me…or imprison me.

Isaia’s not just keeping me safe.
He’s keeping me his.