I reach out and let my fingertips brush delicately across her forehead, sweeping away strands of hair. Warmth and a curling sensation in my stomach frequently accompany her presence. As much as I want to hate her, she’s slowly thawing my resolve. I long to hold her. To tell her of her beauty and how it haunts my every thought.
Oh my gosh im DYING The YEARNING THIS MAN does when he isn't actively threatening to murder her 😩🫣
