𝙈𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡. 𝙈𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙮. She's mine. She'll always be mine. Even if she begs on her knees, through tears, until her voice gives out. I won't let go. I'll never let go. Killing her would be mercy. Revenge is taking that broken soul and reshaping it until it only knows how to belong to me. The way it was always meant to. ⚕ I wanted peace. Instead, I got a monster who crawled inside my head and made himself at home. He's seen the scars on my thighs and the ones I hide deeper. He's seen me at my worst and somehow only wants me more. Every day I sink deeper into his effect. Every day I forget a little more why I should run. I don't know if I want to slap him or kiss him anymore. Maybe both. Maybe that's the point. This is our twisted love story. Book 1 of The Regents series.