He made me feel red.
I knew he was a psychopath but that didn't stop me from falling for him. Everytime I tried to expose his true self to my person,my mind refused to see sense, urging to interact with him,to see his mesmerising sceptical eyes,observing me from beneath his flow of auburn hair.
He was art in the most complex form, a masterpiece that only a true artist could identify. Whether his intentions were good or bad was an entire contradiction within itself yet I didn't care at the slightest. All I knew and all I know is that he was the one I had wanted for an endless amount of time - and i also knew that this wasn't ever going to change. Not now. Not ever.
I had fallen in love uncountable amounts of times during my existence but this was entirely different. He was entirely different. To me, he defined so much more than perfection. His heart and soul was purely divine, sculpted and constructed by unique talents that just made him who he was.
Not ones such as artistic talents and physical ones (although he was unbelievably good at those too but talents that required pure skill and phenomenal use of the mind ; the art of analyctic thinking, deduction,seduction and manipulation.
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RomanceA young love like you've never seen before-two borderlines who fall for one another after one trying to kill the other and the other simply searching for inspirationand fooling herself that he would only be her "experiment"
