There is a fine line between love and hate. Especially when you are concerned.

There is a fine line between love and hate.

Cole is cold and ruthless. But he always had a soft spot for you. His butterfly. His chaos. 

Cole:
There’s a girl. Beautiful. Popular. Fake. And my obsession. My fall. Probably my damnation. Did that stop me? Do I care? No and no. There’s a line between right and wrong. Moral and immoral. And then there’s her. I cross every limit with blood-coated fingers. She says she hates me. I say I hate her too as I trap her, own her. Make her all mine.