An Atypical Longing

When she waltzed past him, it was sheer rapture. Her skin, her eyes, her hair, he couldn't get enough of her just with that one glance. He was insatiable for her after that brief moment. One could say that his desire was even...bestial. Charles always thought himself to be one of those typical, affable salarymen, he was only working at some well-ranking high school after his venture to take over his father's multi-million hedge fund didn't pan out so well. But after he laid his eyes on her, she became his sin, his soul..his very own Lolita-esque heart-shaped box of secrets, constantly wrapped up pretty in pink.