the princess of killers // eng. version

I always thought I knew all kinds of cruelty instead, I met him. The cold look in his eyes was there as a diary, soaked with thriller words written with dense bloodshed, reminding me I would never be the same again. He ripped off my peace but little did I know it had never been there.
Would he be my worst nightmare or my most disturbing salvation?

All rights reserved to Giuliana Maestrini Cassar (@giumaestrini). This story is original and I don't authorize plagiarism or adaptations without my knowledge.
The cover artwork was made by @little_tang