He likes hurting girls.

Not physically, but mentally. He has never hit a girl. He just likes dating them, and in the process: hurt them.

Cheat them, lying them, whatever. He likes to see the desperate expression on their faces. Their hurt eyes. The way they cried.

A new year at the university started, he was looking for his class when he saw a beautiful girl passing by. He smiled. She will be his next aim.

Only if he knew she is like him. And she will be his karma. But he doesn't know.

—Hey. I saw you and i think you are so pretty.

He smiled when he approached her. Grayson looked at her from up to toe.

—Can i get your number?