Never wanted anything and didn’t get it. Never lost my cool. Started a fight or punched someone. If a person crosses me, they get eliminated swiftly and silently. Dirtying my hands is out of the question. Being obsessed to the point of madness should be entirely blasphemous. And yet the woman who’s looking at me with a spark of a challenge is single-handedly smashing all my principles into a fucking abyss.
