steve leonard.

the bane of your existence, in more ways than one. the boy who plagues your thoughts and haunts your nightmares. you love him. you hate him. you hate that you love him. you can't bring yourself to say his name. it's the most beautifully horrible thing you've ever heard.

he's holding a knife to your throat. the look in his eyes matches the one in yours. a strange mix of complete and utter devotion, and a murderous rage.

he smirks at you, fangs glinting in the light.

his eyes.

the burning flames of passion and hatred mix into one confusing emotion as you look in his eyes.

"hello, old friend."