Plum

He thought his fate was set. So he knew he was trouble when it started to crumble and fall.

Unwillingly Yours

He had dark eyes, eyes that looked as chaotic and lively as a rushing river, but they always gazed at me with tenderness. Large, rough hands capable of destroying and causing immense pain, but he always touched me gently. He was tall, tall enough to loom over me but it only made his embrace feel that much safer. He...