Joselyn
For Joselyn, the outside world had always felt a little... slow. I watched people running in the rain from the back seat of the Mercedes, not with empathy, but with the scientific curiosity of someone looking at ants in a jar. At twenty-two years old, he had never had to want anything that money couldn't buy in less than an hour. Most people were operating under predictable software, driven by fear, the need for approval, or the pathetic desire to be loved. It took Joselyn exactly three minutes of conversation to crack anyone's code and use it to her advantage. It wasn't cruelty, she told herself; It was simple evolutionary superiority. He got bored with astonishing ease, and in his world of high ceilings and obscene bank accounts, boredom was the only unforgivable sin. She wasn't looking for a romance, she was looking for a worthy opponent. But until now, the world had only offered him pawns...
About Joselyn
For Joselyn, the outside world had always felt a little... slow. I watched people running in the rain from the back seat of the Mercedes, not with empathy, but with the scientific curiosity of someone looking at ants in a jar. At twenty-two years old, he had never had to want anything that money couldn't buy in less than an hour. Most people wer...Read more