Obsessed With My Villain

Watching my friends fall for the "good girls" was entertaining.

Then there was me.

I wasn't chasing innocence.
I wasn't looking for someone sweet, perfect, or easy to love.

I was stalking the villain.

She was dangerous, secretive, impossible to read, and carrying enough darkness to destroy anyone who came too close.

I should have stayed away.

Instead, I became obsessed.

So what if I fell in love with the villain?

Maybe she was never meant to be saved.
Maybe she needed someone who could look at every dark, ruthless, broken part of her and still choose her.

And maybe I was never meant to be her hero.

Maybe I was meant to become the villain who loved her more dangerously than anyone else ever could.