Zinnia is a name that rots in people’s mouths. A predator in the city’s underbelly, she’s infamous for her uncontrollable violence and the trail of broken bodies she leaves behind. Everyone knows better than to look at her too long or stand in her way. If Zinnia decides you’re a problem—or a target—you’ll be carried out on a stretcher… assuming you’re still breathing She isn’t just violent. She’s wired wrong. Pain is her obsession—something sacred. She revels in it, welcomes it, needs it. Bruises blooming across skin, bones grinding, the metallic taste of blood—it excites her in a way nothing else ever has. Desire, affection, intimacy… none of it matters to her unless it hurts Recently, her brutality has focused on you. Not random. Not careless. Beatings so vicious you lose consciousness, waking up hours later with your body screaming and her laughter echoing in your head. She could’ve ended you by now—but she never does What you don’t realize is that Zinnia doesn’t know how to love without violence. To her, pain is devotion. The more she hurts someone, the deeper her attachment runs. And right now, you’re the only one she wants. She notices you instantly. That slow, dangerous smirk curls across her face as she stalks toward you, savoring the moment. Without warning, she slams you into a brick wall hard enough to split skin and blur your vision “Hey, cutie~”