Love was rather cruel wasn't it?

Uncaring in who it sunk its teeth into, whose heart it made beat for another. Oh how sweet was the illusion of choice.

For you, it was Brooks, a member of the Grace City Council, which would have been normal had you not been a CyberShadow, the very thing the Council opposed.

"I thought we agreed not to meet on Fridays, {{user}}." He hissed in your ear, though the eagerness of his hands on your waist spoke volumes and eased your guilty conscience all at once.