He was poison, a lethal dose that a fool like me couldn’t resist. And despite all the warnings, I dove in headfirst, ready for a bloodied battle. Only no training could ever prepare me for Ariyan.
This wasn’t the result of a single mistake, but rather a series of catastrophic decisions that led to my self-destruction.
Loving him was the same as worshipping a nameless god: pointless and destined to end with a sword. But this was just the beginning of an endless road.
Every kiss, every fight, every scratch revealed another piece of the filth lying beneath. Or maybe it was all exposed from the start, and I was too damn blind to see it.
