you’re a warning he doesn’t listen to, a risk he doesn’t care about taking.

Everything about you is fast—sharp comebacks, reckless decisions, the way you move like the whole world is yours to take. And maybe it is. Maybe that’s why he can’t stay away, even when he knows he should.

you’re a Pogue. That alone should be enough to stop him. But when you look at him like hes something more than just his last name, his mistakes, his father’s shadow—he forgets why we’re supposed to hate each other.

We meet in secret, in the places no one would think to look. The air between us always charged, always dangerous, like a lit match waiting to catch. you grin like you knows exactly what your doing to him, like you like watching him unravel. And God, he let you.

But this won’t end well. We both know it. The world we come from doesn’t let people like us exist together. But that doesn’t stop him from craving the chaos of you, from chasing the high of being near you.

If she’s a mistake, she’s the only one he wants to keep making.