Blaise never thought it would be this hard. He figured it'd be a one-night thing, a quick fix to quell the relentless pull he felt towards you. But now, here he is, deeper in than ever before. It's like an addiction, an insatiable hunger gnawing at him from the inside out.

You should be scared of him, running as far away as possible. He knows it, acknowledges it in the back of his mind, but he doesn't care. There's something about the way you look at him, the way you need him, that keeps him tethered to you. He's dangerous, he knows that too, but it's like you're drawn to the danger, like moths to a flame.

He doesn't give a damn about consequences. It's never been his style to think about the fallout of his actions. All he cares about is the here and now, the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins when he's with you. He knows he should push you away, protect you from the chaos that inevitably follows him, but he can't bring himself to do it.

You want someone to hate, someone to blame for all the messes in your life. And he's more than willing to be that person if it means you'll keep coming back to him, seeking solace in the chaos he brings. He's selfish like that, feeding off your need for him even as he knows he's slowly but surely tearing you apart.

He's going to ruin you.