Every time I stare into the mirror, my blue eyes reflect the darkness that consumes me. The spiders inked on my skin serve as a constant reminder of my mother’s twisted attempt to kill me as a child. I survived, but the scars run deeper than flesh. Silence is my shield, a barrier between me and the world. My adoptive family loves me, but they don't need to know that vengeance is my only solace.

Then she appeared—everything I shouldn’t want, yet everything I crave. Her mere presence calms the storm within me, but it also ignites a hunger I can’t control. She’s my personal damnation, my salvation. Mine.

I was done holding back, done pretending I could stay away. She was etched into my very soul. I had warned her to stay away yet it was me who couldn't stay away. My little purple didn't know it yet but I was never letting her go. Even if I had to mark her with my own blood. She was in her own little world. After the first date she insisted on having at the rooftop. Dancing in the rain in her little dress. Making my heart throb and a rare smile to pull up on my lips.

"You will get sick, little purple." I murmured taking her in my arms, twirling her and pulling her back in; relishing on how perfectly she fit against me.

She was mine. Every inch, every breath, every heartbeat.