byAquamira
• Haru •
I'm never alone. My own voices alway keeping me company. Protecting me. Hiding me from the cruelty of others. My soul was broken apart by the nightmare I called a childhood. Now I need protection from myself, because I told myself to never give myself to another man. So why am I giving myself to not one, but two of them?•
Jaded •I'm quiet. A man with few words.Precise. A cold-blooded killer that would do anything to protect my club.People avoid me. I avoid people. It's all the same. I'm a murderer. A monster. I'm no good for anyone.I wish she could see that. •
Irish •I pretend to be the happy guy. The guy with the laughs. I'm good at making inappropriate jokes and pushing peoples boundaries. I try to make sure people don't see the real me. I'm a mess, caught up in a past I would like to forget. But then she walks in. She might heal me, I might heal her. Too bad she is too interested in my brother.*This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes***I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**
