"You're a tempest.... A violent windstorm. You ruin everything you touch, and you don't give a single damn about it. You're the reason why storms are named after people". Chresanto August had always managed to fall into the bad boy stereotype, you know, the mysterious past, and toned body with maybe a piercing or tw...
"Open the door." He says again. I twist the knife in my hand. My first instinct is always to protect myself, to have my guard up at all times. And everything about this man screams danger. It's written into his DNA. I hear him sigh. "I just want to talk."
I don't know why I've ended up here// but at least i have you// and you have me// and i know we can face this hell....together - Karma