"R" like Reverie

Reverie...

her name is almost as beautiful as her

So fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her. But it hurts so good. In such an addicting way. I crave more of her. So much fucking more.

She doesn't know I exist. Yet. I am about to change that.

I've killed men for less than the way she makes me feel - this raw, aching hunger that nothing else has ever touched. Years of blood and numbness, and one glance at her and I am able to feel something again. Not just anything, stronger emotions than a human can bare.

That's why I'll claim her, why I'll make her mine. I want to carve my name into her skin so deep she'll can't do anything but think of me.

The world can burn. She can scream. Her pretty little life can crumble into ash. None of it matters. Because from the second I saw her, she became the only thing worth dying for.

And I always get what I want.

Even if I have to break her to keep her.