Goth often found himself in crazy and strange situations; being a doctor at a mental hospital that doubled as a prison for those who truly were insane. Many of the patients were psychotic and deranged, others much more quiet but still intimidating. He felt as if the inside of the prison gates was a second world compared to the one outside... as if he too were slowly going crazy.
Even with all the experience Goth had with numerous criminals and patients alike, he thought he could block out all of their words and attempted charms... but a new patient would soon prove him wrong.
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A/N) I DO NOT own any of these characters, nor did I create them. they belong to their respectful owners, so please do not come at me about that. There will be rough depictions of self-harm, drug use/abuse, sex, murder and likely many other triggering topics. so DO NOT READ if you are triggered by these things easily. there's also a fair amount of cussing as well, so this isn't for the kiddo's either, its labelled MATURE for a reason.
with all that cleared up, I'll upload when I feel like it and enjoy the story.
lmao, this idea came from a smut book I was writing random shit in.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.