“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
-Caitlyn Siehl
Opening her dazed icy blues, Katerina looked at him through a vision heavily clouded by yearning.
He had blood on his lips, her blood. Although his eyes returned to their normal color, the forest greens, the eyes she fell in love with.
There was a fog before her eyes as her mind was swirling with confusion, craving and lust. Her heart pumped in excitement but she tried to overcome it, shaking her head repeatedly, bangin
