Hi! Sorry, I know it's really short, but it's mostly just a prologue-ish sort of thing. The real story is going to start in the next chapter (I promise it will be longer)!
It had started because of the voice, his voice. The voice that sounded in her head whenever she took so much as a step toward danger. It became an obsession, his voice. She threw herself, constantly, in the way of danger, just to hear the sweet, velvety sound. After a while, it became less about the voice, and more about the release, the thrill, the adrenaline. It was no longer him that she was addicted to, but the danger itself. She thrived on it. She lived to push the limits as far as she could. The problem with pushing limits is that, eventually, they break.