What do I like about him? Everything.
His velvet soft skin,
The way his black hair flows down his back,
Those black mysterious eyes and the way they can change to bloody orbs at will,
His silent arrogance,
How he makes others believe he is a cold hearted killer but constantly thinks about the well being of his younger brother,
The way his perfectly sculpted lips moves as he speaks with brilliant clarity.
Why do I love him?
I shouldn't. I know very well that getting involved with such a Godly but poisonous person could mean the end of my existence. But for some reason I keep on reaching for his hand, for any part of him that could bring him closer to me. Even though I know he will turn away and leave me with nothing but a broken heart, I feel as if just the need for him will change that.
Of course I know that isn't the case.
Why would he love someone who has despised him ever since I joined this God-forsaken place? Why would he ever think about being with someone who almost constantly thought about his demise? The answer is,
He wouldn't. Not even as a passing glance.
Not now and not ever.
His sinful poison will never notice me.
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Since this is just the prologue it is short. Sorry about that.
Hope everyone enjoys! R&R please?