In which Louis develops an unhealthy infatuation with the painstakingly endearing, clumsy boy across the hall, even though really- he's way too young for him.

"Are you that desperate?" "For you, yes."

"Well here it is, sweetheart. Kill, or be killed." All rights reserved.

"Now you'll be marked as mine and only mine." He growls, before gently sucking on my skin, leaving a large red mark. "Beautiful."