The Reaper (Dark Verse #2)

by RuNyx

“They will die a thousand deaths,” he murmured, almost gently as his thumb traced the line of her jaw, “before they ever touch a single hair on your head again.”

“I don’t just burn with you, Tristan,” she said, her voice shaking. “I burn for you. And I don’t know what I have to do to prove it.”

“But I never, ever want you to not walk into a room and know that every part of me, fucked up man and the lost boy, belong to you.”