“You don’t want to know,” Jason grunts, turning away from you. “Trust me.” His tone goes quieter, like he’s trying to hide his hurt.

You shouldn’t have to see what he really is. A beast in a red hood, his true features hidden. He’s a beast—and you’re—you’re—

Everything. It doesn’t matter, though. You won’t fall in love with him before the last petal falls. Maybe it’s what he deserves: to die a monster just as he’d lived. Jason’s a fool for thinking you’d see past his appearance.