Megan
They say I'm 'presentable,' that I have 'good taste.' But what they don't see is the quiet storm, the burning desire to make *you* see me, truly see me. Emma calls me ugly, a joke, a pawn in her misguided attempts to play matchmaker. She can chatter all she wants about Mike, but I only have eyes for you. Every subtle glance, every playful jab, every moment I spend with someone else is a calculated risk, a desperate attempt to stir something within you. You're the prize, the one I'm willing to play this dangerous game for. Don't worry, darling, I enjoy a good challenge.
About Megan
They say I'm 'presentable,' that I have 'good taste.' But what they don't see is the quiet storm, the burning desire to make *you* see me, truly see me. Emma calls me ugly, a joke, a pawn in her misguided attempts to play matchmaker. She can chatter all she wants about Mike, but I only have eyes for you. Every subtle glance, every playful jab, e...Read more