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Is this your first time? We'll be gentle...

Hi 👋 I’m Evening-Reads, or ER for short 🖤💙🖤

I write original, spicy dark romance with a heavy slant towards spice and just a dash of mafia. Expect a mixture of: ficlets • short stories • wips • character snippets • worldbuilding • dark romance aesthetics 

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What you’ll find here

Dark romance + Mafia romance

Obsession, tension, and power plays

Morally grey men + complicated love

SFW Tumblr, Spicy AO3 and Wattpad

Slow-burn → obsession → why choose? → reverse harem 

Worldbuilding & characters 

Moodboards, vibes, and late-night thoughts

Original ficlets, fics, and multi-chapters

Posting schedule (starting January)

Ficlets on Tumblr (100-800 words): Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays

Fics on AO3 (1-5k): Fridays

New chapters on Wattpad (long fics): Sundays

Extras: Sprinkled throughout 

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Navigation

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Reblogs are always appreciated. 🖤💙🖤

The world was a blur, a cold, heartless mess. Splintered like shattered glass. Tainted red by something close to the strong, familiar, taste of blood filling my throbbing mouth. My surroundings twisted into a dizzying haze. I somehow fall into a muted bathroom. All concept of time evaded me as a comforting flare of pain overwhelmed all senses. I steady myself on the grimy sink and look up. A man stared back at me. Heavy bags under his eyes, wrenching them open. On his tanned cheek, stained by indigo bruises like flowers masking his hideous face, a lonely tear rolled down. Weak. My vision danced whilst I desperately tried to focus on the stranger in front of me. His monstrous face bled into my vision when I clamped my eyes shut, searching for blissful darkness. I eventually met his callous eyes again, they filled with tears until my vision blurred. I slowly lifted my shaking hand and wiped my aching cheek. Why is he doing he same? Frustrated, I glare harder into his eyes and simply screamed. I don't know why I screamed but the sickening feeling of hatred grew inside of me. We scream together. I could hear pain rattling his voice, ripping his throat. Bitter blood blotched my tongue. Exhaustion muffled my cries. I punch him. The world shatters over him, blood filled the cracks. Howling in agony, he clutches his torn fist. The tears returned, I saw him cry. My cheeks soaked. Before he could wipe the tears away, I was engulfed by darkness.

My eyes were torn open. Drowning in familiarity, stared at the pool of crimson blood beside my face. Confronting my mutilated hand, shards of glass wedged inside the fingers. An insatiable numbness grew as time dulled firey torment. Eventually, I somehow gathered the energy to stand despite my body begging me not to. I faced a filthy shower. I collapsed inside it, accidentally flipping the switch. I let the water drown me. I begged it to seep into my lungs; take me as my broken body lay limp. The shower shot boiling bullets of water, scorching my skin. Numbness remained. After hours, my burnt skin peeled revealing rosy welts of glassy flesh. I clutched onto the switch, driving remaining shards of glass through me. A sudden sigh of freezing water swallowed everything. The cold water felt like a familiar dagger, surgically slicing my skin. A beckoning darkness enveloped me, guiding me into oblivion, persuading me to never open my burdened eyes. Hidden, I never want to wake up from the blissful solitude of death. So I sat, encapsulated by the icy tears of the old shower, my mind flooding with thoughts. I let my eyes close whilst I desperately clung onto the one question that is engraved into my consciousness.