Second To None

I hate the way his formal outfits cloaked his well-built frame that radiates power and authority. They hide the true charisma he has with a veil of coldness. I hate how his curly hair falls on the sides of his perfectly long jawline, dangling as if they were shaped and cut into perfection. I hate his smile, that large grin that's enough to melt the South Pole. I hate when he calls my name. Like gentle chimes in the wind, he says it in an enthralling melody no song could imitate. His voice was the tune of the wind whipping through trees; both pleasing to the ears and warming to the heart. The one thing that gets me is his eyes. It's those orbs of electric blue that pull me in like a wormhole in time. They glimmer and sparkle every time he locks eyes with me, brighter than any star that could grace the night sky. How can anyone think logically before an inevitable end like this? I hate how much he captivates me without trying to. I hate how I'm pulled to the smallest things about him. I hate it.

Does it make my insides flutter with butterflies?

Yes.

Does it make me want to kill him?

Definitely.

Do you love him?

...

We're mates, how am I supposed to know?

⚠️ There will be mentions of toxic relationships and links to gory trauma, so please read at your own risk. I post a new chapter every Friday, and I hope you enjoy reading!