“I…I think I love dark romance so much because nobody has ever loved me like that. Nobody.” Her hands twist in her lap. “No man. No parent. Not even friends or family. Nobody has ever looked at me and thought I was worth staying for.” Her voice cracks, and my chest caves with it. “I think I ache for it,” she whispers. “For someone to be so enamored by me they’d do anything—crazy things—just to have the opportunity to love me. To rip the world apart just to share air with me.”
