Midnight Mass

♡︎Her♡︎

I have never been lucky in well... Anything. I am sure that when you search up the definition of unlucky, my face is plastered beside it. But of everything that has happened in the past to make me the person I am today, falling into the arms of the most feared man in Manhattan has to be the worst of all of them.

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ఌ︎Himꨄ︎

I am not a very kind man. Some would say I am the devil incarnate. If you ask me, they are just exaggerating. I have a heart... Somewhere deep inside there. One needs a heart to survive, no? I am many things, but not generous is an insult to me. Exhibit A, the beautiful angel that threw herself my way for attention. I don't tolerate tears or begging but there's something about her. Something other than the familiarity I feel when I stare at her face. I want to make her suffer and I want her to cry for the rest of her life. And luckily for me, she began suffering the moment she fell at my feet.