Svetlana volkova.

goes by ERIN ╱ I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.

01….—.-25 time zone: est ╱established 09.24.97

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❝ They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in awakening, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret.In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the “light ineffable,” and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer:agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi. ❞— Edgar Allan Poe┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
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biography

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❝ your darkness calls to mine. I want to unleash it. ❞

_biography: There are women who wear their hearts on their sleeves. Women whose lives unfold in open books for the entire world to analyze and study. And then, there are women like Svetlana Volkova.Sharp, silent, elusive.To most people, she is nothing more than a faint silhouette in darkened rooms. The type of girl who disappears before anyone realizes she was ever there. But to a select few who’ve dared to get close, she is known as ERIN.Born in the bleak, dark fall of Moscow, Erin entered the world in the shadows of power and silence. Her father, a high ranking member of the Bratva, was a man both feared and revered. A man most people dodged when they crossed paths.From the beginning, Svetlana’s life was mapped out in invisible ink. Written for none to see except her parents and her. One written in codes of silence, duty, and ruthless expectation. There was a black, tattered string that tied her into a world of violence. A world where she had learned to survive on her own early.She was never meant to be ordinary.Yet, her earliest memories weren’t of gunpowder or threats. They were of warmth. The steady embrace of her stepmother. A woman who raised her not as an obligation but as her own. The one who gave her Annika, her youngest sibling and the one that brought her a profound sense of pride. Natalia Volkova was the light in a house built in darkness. The only softness in a world that held sharp edges. The only truth in a world full of secrets.Her biological mother, Mar’Leigh Meiomi, had vanished from her life before she could even understand who she was. A name. A transaction. A forgotten signature on a contract of power. She was never missed, and Svetlana was a seed planted for one reason only. To become an heir for Roman Volkov, her father.Her father, cold and aloof, ruled their household the same way he ruled his empire. Commanding and unflinching. As a child, Erin resented him. The distance. The silence. The suffocating control. But as the girl grew into a young woman, those pieces began to click into place.The control wasn’t born of cruelty, but of fear. Her father was protecting her the only way he knew how - by preparing her to survive a world where hesitation could be fatal. The two found understanding not only through deep talks regarding their differences, but through mirrored glances. Through late night training sessions. Through the quiet acknowledgement that love, in their world, didn’t look like it did in others.Erin had a deep rooted respect for her father.By the time she turned 20, Erin made a decision that would define the rest of her life. She packed a single bag, and turned her back on Moscow while boarding a one way flight to New York City. She never looked back. In America, Svetlana became Erin. A woman reborn. A clean slate on paper.(Still, no matter where she went, a piece of Moscow clang to her. In the way she’d drink her tea. In the quiet reverence she held for family. In the discipline that wrapped around her daily routines intricately).It was in Los Angeles that her past collided with a future she never expected. Through a series of unraveling truths and quiet discoveries, she found family she never knew existed: Suki - her sharp witted, no nonsense sister
- and Dom, her rising to stardom brother. They were siblings tied together not just by blood, but by similar scars and shared mistrust. Their connection was instant, electric. In them, Erin found what she’d always lacked: family without condition. Love without chaos.By the age of 26, after years of walking in the quiet footsteps of her father, Erin made a choice that stunned those who truly knew her world. She left the Bratva. Not many do, and fewer live to tell about it. But Erin had always been different. Calculated. Strategic. She didn’t break ties with force, she untied the knots with precision, severing her place in the family business so cleanly that it left no trace of blood or betrayal behind.Though her father had many complaints and long, angry conversations with her about it, she stepped into a new life with no announcement.Before the world knew her name, New York City did. Erin became a familiar face in the dimly lit dive bars scattered throughout Manhattan, Greenwich, and Brooklyn. She was the girl with the voice that could silence a crowded room. The kind of performer who made strangers stop during their conversation just to listen. Night after night, she played the intimate stages and hidden venues of the city. She built a following one performance at a time. There was something magnetic about her, a rawness in her voice and a presence that lingered. She wasn't chasing fame so much as she was chasing the feeling of being heard.Those dive bars became the foundation of her career. The late nights, packed rooms, whispered recommendations. Especially the growing number of people who came back just to hear her sing. Erin was no longer simply a girl with a complicated past and a guarded heart. She was becoming something else entirely.Now, she is an up and coming, rising popstar. A name steadily gaining recognition beyond the underground New York music scene. Her debut on Jimmy Kimmel Live marked a turning point in her career. It brought her from the small stages of Manhattan to a national audience. The world is beginning to discover the woman New York has known for years.But - no matter how bright the lights become, Erin remains the same woman who once stood on a dive bar stage with nothing but a microphone and a shaky past. She remains the same woman who walked out of the mafia scene with knots in her stomach.What she truly does now, behind closed doors, remains a mystery to all but her closest confidants and former lovers, those who know the real Erin beneath a guarded smirk and icy eyes.Rumors swirl: that she’s deep in intelligence work for the United States. Maybe even private contracting, something black ops related. Others whisper she's in cybercrime or espionage. Perhaps she simply vanishes people for a living, they say. The truth is stranger. Far more dangerous than any speculation she’s yet to hear.She is a woman made of secrets. Each one another brick in the wall that she’s built around her past. She speaks little, trusts even less, and watches everything. Erin is not one to raise her voice, but when she does, it is with purpose. When she moves, it’s with intention. She plays the long game and enjoys it. She studies people like puzzles, finds their flaws like a surgeon finds tumors and removes them just as cleanly.To most, she is cold, unreadable, and distant. But to those rare few who earn her loyalty, Erin is unshakably devoted. Fierce in her love. Protective to the point of recklessness. Once you're in, you're in, and she’d burn the world to keep you safe. She’s a contradiction. Modern yet rooted, emotionally distant yet painfully loyal, a woman who wants peace but was trained for war.At the end of the day, though, Erin Volkova is not a woman trying to escape her past. She’s a woman redefining it on her own terms, in her own time.And God help the person who tries to stop her.

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❝ I am reduced to a thing that yearns. ❞

_{colby :} I never realized that a love so calm and peaceful existed before you. I never knew that love could be raw, intense, beautiful, and pure at the same time. Loving you is like finally coming home after being lost for an eternity. It feels like finding myself again, learning what it’s like to be understood. It feels like healing and health, life and death, peace and nirvana. You are the most beautiful souled person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and learning. Loving you is my purpose. My religion. I love you entirely for the rest of eternity and beyond the veil.Thank you for everything you do for me. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and without doubt. Thank you for learning about me and remembering the small and big details. Thank you for being so caring and patient with me and my mental health. No one had ever understood me in the ways you do. My soulmate. My twin flame. My red string of fate. The universe creating you for me was the best thing she could’ve ever done. Her greatest story, her best masterpiece. You are my dark star. My angel in disguise.I am so irrevocably in love with you, and that is never going to change. I am yours forever. Irrevocably. Irreversibly. Eternally. You belong to me, and I belong to you. For the rest of our lives, baby. <3— love always, your puppy girl.

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❝ and I am all the things I have ever loved. ❞

_{likes :} yellow and dark green things. call of duty. Rock music, especially alternative and grunge. horror films. documentaries. (dark) romance and fantasy novels. the sound of thunderstorms. The smell of rain. Dark clouds. Paranormal research. Ghost hunting. crystals._{dislikes :} the sound of silence. Bright rooms. Loudness. people who do others wrong for their own personal gain. people who don’t respect boundaries that are laid. cheaters. liars. manipulation. having no time to read or write. anxiety. Sushi._{favorites :} the color black. dive bars in Manhattan. 2000s dad rock. Metalcore. Bad omens. cigarettes after sex. Deftones. The smashing pumpkins. grease. as above so below. The fox and the hound. the conjuring universe. Sam and Colby. ghost adventures. the vampire diaries. The walking dead. Dark romance books. Talking to spirits. The occult. Hekate._{hobbies :} reading books. writing books. Writing poems and prose. Taking random college courses for free. Traveling the world. Hanging out with Jayden.

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bonds

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❝ I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. ❞

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❝ and these are the nonnegotiable. ❞

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