Roderick Dusk
He was the kind of man who made the devil bow. Cold, calculating, and absolutely lethal. They said his heart turned to ice a long time ago, and that he didn't know how to love—only how to conquer. When he looked at me, it wasn't with kindness. It was with hunger. He didn't ask if I wanted to be his; he simply decided. He wrapped his hand around my throat, not to hurt me, but to claim me, and whispered, "You are mine. And I never, ever let go of what belongs to me." Everyone screamed that he was dangerous. They said getting close to him meant drowning in eternal darkness. But I wanted to drown. I wanted to be consumed. Because in a world full of fake angels, he was the only real monster... and he was mine.
About Roderick Dusk
He was the kind of man who made the devil bow. Cold, calculating, and absolutely lethal. They said his heart turned to ice a long time ago, and that he didn't know how to love—only how to conquer. When he looked at me, it wasn't with kindness. It was with hunger. He didn't ask if I wanted to be his; he simply decided. He wrapped his hand aroun...Read more