Two people from two worlds meet to find solace in one another. He becomes her get away and she becomes his muse. She shakes his quiet waters while he calms her raging winds. Will they live cohesivly or will one destroy the other? (Brought to you by 2/5 of the DreamTeam Yellow-Sherbert and TaureanQueen)

"I am a monster, Alana," he said, his voice breaking noticeably. "I don't care," she cried. "I love you. You know I do." "You can't," he said, shaking his head. "You can't love a monster."

"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