You knew he was dangerous, but he was so intoxicating as well. Sneaking out to see his races and see him win. The way his knuckles were always bruised and bloody. It was all an alluring scent, leading you to danger. You knew what he would do for you, but he be able to do the unspeakable? You asked him one day if he would kill for you. His only answer was him looking at you from across the room with a faint smirk, eyes narrowed as he walked over to you in the dark room.

"Yes, of course I will."