She looks like a f*****g sin.
Standing there with her little dress riding up her delicate thighs, those newly chopped strands of hair framing her tear-streaked face, Krystina Romanovski looks like a woman begging to be ruined. And my blood, my f*****g blood, is boiling for some unknown reasons.
I should drag her out of here. Shouldn’t have let her walk into this goddamn party in the first place. I should’ve kept eyes on her. Another reason why I should hire… f**k, what am I thinking? No girl has ever got me so f****d up, this is the first and I’ll make sure it’s the last time I’m letting her mess with my head.
She shouldn’t f*****g matter.
Krystina Romanovski shouldn’t be anything more than passing inconvenience, just another reckless girl dancing on the edge of the world she doesn’t b
