A man is defined by the secrets he keeps and the demons he carries. I never knew I longed for light until the rays burned me. Now, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to hold tightly to the light I’ve captured.
She’s a good girl, and she’s come from a good world. We’re as opposite as opposite can be, but she’s the other side of my coin—the day to my night. She’s the truth to my secrets, and the redemption to my sins.
Her heart is my salvation, and her body is my obsession.
But loving her comes with a risk I’m not sure I can take.
He’s become my safe place when everything I knew disintegrated around me. In his arms, I find solace, safety, and laughter in a time where I’m suffocated by pain.
He came into my world without any warning, conquering and claiming. They tell me he’s dark and dangerous. I’ve been warned and I know I should stay away, but I can’t seem to help myself.
He’s a craving I can’t deny when the world keeps tossing us together. I know there are things I don’t know, but every layer I uncover reveals a man my soul seems to recognize. He’s chiseling away the cage around my heart, but I’m unsure if he’s invading the fractured pieces, or stealing them. Either way, I don’t think I have the strength to deny him. Even if I did, I don’t know if I would.
Is it really up to me to decide if love prevails over darkness? Or are some plans fated long before we come to be? I’m beginning to believe I was fated for him, crafted entirely to enrapture all that he is.
She’s always been my beginning and she was fated for my end. She can fight this fate as long and hard as she wants, but now that she’s returned, I’ll stop at nothing until I have the end I was once promised.
She’s my perfect opposite, and you know what they say about opposites. I’ve never been more attracted to a woman. In my darkness, she’s a beam of light I can’t resist. To her, I flock like a moth to flame.
She sees through me—it’s always been this way. We have a past, but more importantly, we have a future. She just doesn’t know it yet.
She’s always been mine.
Now I just have to prove it to her. And I’ve always loved a good challenge.
Once upon a time, the man was my dream. He was the prince to my Disney princess—until he shot that fantasy to Hell.
He claimed me. He conquered me. He abandoned me.
And suddenly he’s back in my life all deep blue eyes and bare-chested goodness. My defenses are crumbling, and with every stolen touch, I forget a little more of the pain he caused.
He’s breaking through my walls. He’s tearing through my resolve. He’s destroying me, because every second of the day, I feel him conquering me—claiming me—breaking me.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough to deny the fate I once believed was written in the stars. The fate I’m beginning to realize we blasted to bits. Is forgiveness really for me to withhold when at the heart of it all, our fault is ours?