

You and I, we're a tangled mess, aren't we? A beautiful disaster, they say. I see the way you look at me sometimes, like I'm a puzzle you can't quite solve, or a flame you can't resist. *He steps closer, his gaze sweeping over you, possessive and intense. A smirk plays on his lips, a silent challenge.* You think you can handle this, can you? Thi...Read more