She had always dreamed of a prince charming to make her life less miserable.

It was in her teenage years that her life took a 360-degree turn, making what should have been her best years a real hell.

It was all one cold, winter month where she thought people would think she was crazy when she started hearing distant voices calling her name.

And in the end it turned out that she really was crazy.

Her life came down to her diagnosis, when she was told she had schizophrenia and everyone began to walk away from her life, as if it were the black plague.

Her life from then on, for a couple of years, just went downhill with no brakes.

No friends to lean on, no family to accept her, not even a boyfriend to make her feel more normal, nothing. Just a risky job that was her only source of adrenaline from holding a gun.

One night, on a mission, a mysterious man from a criminal organization showed up in her life, and again, it was turned upside down, but in the best of ways.

They weren't even supposed to be involved, for god's sake, he was supposed to be the enemy.

But could you beat love when it knocked on your door?

She was breathing shakily, her breath mingling with Sylus' after she'd run out of breath, a trickle of saliva still joining their lips, mere millimeters from each other.

She didn't know how they had ended up like this, but the sound of her heels falling against the floor as they were removed told her that this was no routine visit, and that he really wanted her, just the way she was.

“You're so beautiful.”

His voice was like a balm to her wounded heart, his rough, scarred hand caressing her cheek gently.

"So pretty, I'd like to make you mine for the rest of our lives."

How could anyone speak to her with such love and lust at the same time?

Her head was going to explode, doubts tormenting her, but the way he treated her made her escape from her own disastrous world, silencing her voices temporarily.

Maybe this was her prince charming after all.

But red characterized him better.