As long as I'm the name on your tattooed heart...
Princeton never fully understood love, infact he more resented it. The whole constitution of it made him sick. But who could blame him? After a terrible breakup, that tore him apart (literally, he still has the scars to show), he trusted few. When his ex left, she took half his heart with her, and he regrets every moment he spent with her. Now, he's just as cold as ice, and his half of a heart isn't exactly pumping with joy either. So what happens when a certain girl named Chrislyn is captivated by his mystery boy attitude and tries to pry for the real Princeton? Will he end up hurting her like he's been hurt? Or will she be the missing half of his heart?
