The Dirty Temptation series didn’t just end—it wrecked me. I’m grieving a found family, four fictional soulmates, and the kind of dark, feral love that brands you. Vox, Vatican, Omen, Alexander… you didn’t just take my heart. You carved your names into it. 💔
Alexander Denver didn’t ask for my love—he took it, sliced it open, and bled poetry into the wound. I’ll never recover. And I don’t want to. 4221 isn’t a number. It’s a vow.
