[COMPLETED] A man so mentally unbalanced drowning in a world of judgement and nonacceptance finds himself in front of the only woman that will treat him as an equal. But will his undeniably demeaning track record of the amount of times blood has been stuck under his fingernails cause yet another therapist to give up on him? Or, for once, will he finally be capable of loving someone other than his first murder and himself?

Harry doesn't believe in coincidences. Neither should she.

Harry Styles has learned a lot throughout his sudden adulthood including, but certainly not limited to: not dating someone his mother doesn't like, cutting his own hair is not only tragic but also socially unacceptable, mismatched socks died along with his ability to maintain a job interview, and throwing out that shirt that he hadn't seen in months was a bad idea if he thought of wearing it the next week. One thing Harry had not learned through experience was the fact that swan songs are not only difficult to get through, but time consuming and not worth the male pattern baldness. But when a slightly intrusive girl with a cookie addiction and an old woman with a slight (or possibly major) peanut allergy stand in his way, maybe he'll be able to keep just a few hair follicles.

There is no way that I can escape this now; no way that I can possibly escape her and all that lies behind the darkness in her eyes. I've gone too far. Inexplicably, I have become entranced by everything that she is, especially the red that we share. She is like the moon: haunting, beautiful, and so far out of reach. I have walked her through the gates of hell and, still, she has made no attempt to turn back. She likes to push my buttons, to put me on edge in an attempt to feel the red that resides within her. She is dangerous, but I cannot pull myself away from her gravity. *WARNING: Contains mature content, swearing, violence, death, and possible trigger warnings.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. If you look far into the unconscious realm--you are looking back into the face of evil.

"To have her in his bed, in his arms, with her breath on his neck and her hair tickling the corners of his mouth -- he was finally able to think of his life as not only just a dark hole of violence. Maybe, just maybe, his life could mean something more." || mature hs fanfic. Cover credit to @pillow-case © highstylin

"I like a woman who can beat me at my own game." // cover credit to @herwalls

"He clenched his fists to bring himself back to earth, shutting off the tap. He stood stationary, wondering if anything he had been thinking for the last five minutes made any sense at all. Every thought was about her; he wanted her more than anyone. He came down to one conclusion: he was truly obsessed with her." Cover credit to @Nargles

Money, power, glory. And impeccable beauty. 君臨 [kunrin] noun to reign, to dictate, to control. © stormborns, 2014.