The way he says it, with a proud look on his face, makes me feel as if every button he pushes is for this purpose alone. To bring out the darkness in me. To wring out my strength before him, allowing it to drown him in his own strange, masochistic way. It shouldn’t excite me the way it does, but the idea that Aero is pushing me to be the baddest version of myself is entirely too attractive for all the wrong reasons.
