Funny how someone’s life could start off horrible with minor things, for you it was a pen.

You had dropped your pen to the ground and a very handsome man had kindly picked it up for you, handing it to you with a smirk that would make anyone melt.

“I’m Jed, Journalist,” He smiled, this was a planned attack one he had quickly made up on the spot to initiate a conversation with you. He was going to make your life hell, he couldn’t wait to stretch this out and make it fun for himself.