Craved

From the moment he laid eyes on Elizabeth, he knew he had to have her. All it took was one innocent smile to draw him in. From there, an uncontrollable fire was lit in his decaying heart. Whether she liked it or not, he would have her.

Elizabeth's entire being which allured him had awoken a carnal desire within him. No matter how hard he tried to suppress his dark cravings, he was no match for himself. His intoxication with her was uncontrollable. If he himself could not monopolize her, he would see to it that not a single person could bear witness to even a testament of her beauty.

After all, Edgar Harrington was not a man who liked to share. When he saw something he liked, his desire to cage it outweighed whatever rational thinking he had. So whenever someone attempts to steal his possessions, he would retaliate with whatever explicit savagery he could possibly think of.