bare | 18+

Prologue

It's not a crime, but it certainly isn't right to. It isn't right the way his eyes zero in on her moving figure across his window. She did it to him, so why should it matter if he does the same?

In a brutal thunderstorm, looking through his window was much like wearing a pair of rose-tinted sunglasses in a black-and-white world. From the way she carelessly danced around her room, Roman could only assume there was a speaker somewhere in there blasting music. She started off with cleaning her room, throwing all sorts of clothes into a pile on the floor including the ones she was in.

Roman knew the kind of girl Nova was—quiet with some dirty secrets. She was shy, a bit anti-social, and rarely ever showed any emotion. He also knew that's not the girl she wanted to be or was deep down inside. He was aware of the quick glances she'd always give him—always wondering what he was doing, what he was thinking, where is he, and it was endless. She can't stop thinking about him, her mind is brimmed—filled with him. She wants to be that social, outgoing girl so Roman would keep more of his focus on her. Only then will he become more than the new guy next door she admires from afar.

And like a violin, Roman was playing with her so expertly with ease. She was not spiraling, but with the way he continued to pluck at her strings, she might as well. She was quite the lucky girl because as she wished, everything would fall into place. Roman will give her the attention she wants. It might start off as eating lunch together outside, but it will later escalate to chaste kisses underneath the moonlight, skin meeting warm skin in the most sinful of affairs until it is time for blood to be spilled. Predator and its naive prey, there's nothing like a love story of the sort.