Twisted Valentine

by Isabel Lucero

“We taste so good together,” he says in a husky tone. “Like sin and chaos.”

“You are a nightmare in the best way. My heart races when you’re around.

“Kaspian,” I start, staring into his eyes. “You’re my beautiful nightmare. The only person I ever want to deal with on a regular basis.” His lips quirk. “So romantic.”

Yeah, we’re fucked up. We do things in ways others don’t. Our love language is violence and our troubles run deep, but you can’t tell me we aren’t the perfect fucking couple.