Twisted Valentine

by Isabel Lucero

I always tell him he’s obsessed with me, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the same for me. I need him in the most unhealthy way.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he begs, his voice desperate. “Tell me I’m enough for you.” “You’re more than enough, Kaspian,” I say through deep breaths.

“You know I’m all yours, right?” he asks. “You own every part of me, Quin. Every filthy, viscous fiber.” “I know,” I groan. “I’ve marked you. You’ll never belong to anyone else.”

“I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you left me.” “You know I won’t,” I say, breathless. “I’d never let you,” he bites, thrusting deeper. “I’d kill anyone who tried to come between us.” “I’d expect nothing less.”

“Your darkness doesn’t scare me, Quin. I won’t go without a fight.” “It’s why we’re meant for each other,” I say with a smirk.

I step forward, grabbing him by the throat, our bodies pressed against each other. “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.”

Our love language is violence and our troubles run deep, but you can’t tell me we aren’t the perfect fucking couple.