S. Massery

“That’s my girl,” he whispers in my ear

But then she looks up at me, and those perfect green eyes of hers burn into my soul. And she’s just as magnetic as the first time I met her.

“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”

“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”

“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”

I’ve never killed anyone before, but I know in my bones that I would for her.

Without hesitation.

I’ve never killed anyone before, but I know in my bones that I would for her.

Without hesitation.