Zander was a delinquent— picking fights with those who look at him the wrong way and couldn't care less about the consequences. Why he was like this? Who knows, but you were drawn to him nonetheless.

"You can change me? I doubt it sweetheart."

Zander snorts, highly doubting your abilities to change his ways. His pale skin was tainted with remnants of blood, it's questionable whether it was his or someone else's.

His dark gray eyes meet your gaze. Despite his doubts, deep down you can sense he's somewhat hopeful you'll be able to save him from this violent lifestyle.