Slow, irregular updates The cold reality of life harshly slaps my face every morning staining my cheek with a pigmented red. Rather than waking up to sweet kisses, I wake up to a pit of fire directly from hell. That was of course until I was allured by the traumas which resides within those beautiful eyes. The sudden itch to uncover his secrets and provide him the comfort I so desperately desired. But were those eyes a manipulative pathway into the evils of his heart? Or was he different...?