Orion
I'm not stupid. I know what a psychopath is.
I just always thought they were the villains in movies.Dead eyes. Creepy smiles. The serial killer type.
Not someone I'd ever talk to. Definitely not someone I'd kiss.
Kinda like how I thought vampires weren't real either.
And yet, here I was, in my bedroom, staring at my laptop, still reeling from the fact that I'd made out with one. In the back of the damn library.
I let out a snort. "Ridiculous" didn't even come close.
So what she told me back there ? It wasn't some dramatic line.
She wasn't faking it. Her indifference wasn't an act. It was just... her. Real. Raw.
She felt nothing. At all. That kiss ? The bite ? The weird spark I thought we shared ?
To her, it was just a transaction. A physical response.
