Retrospections of a Poetic Cutthroat (H. S. AU)

There's a darkness in his eyes, a twisted kind of crookedness in his smile, a sharpness with which he carries himself and a mesmerizing way in which he voices his thoughts. He's exquisite, truly one of a kind. But even so, why do those eyes look familiar to her? Born to hate and loathe to love Chaos, below and above B...