This is a dark romance. Those who have triggers, please be warned.
Death.
I'm the Grim Reaper.
My face is the last thing my victims see.
I take life without blinking.
Bred this way by the devil himself.
The asshole who raised me.
When the time comes, I'll bury him too.
In the meantime, the little starling feeding the birds in the park, has my full attention.
Raven coloured hair. Disarming eyes that infuse my dead heart with oxygen.
The broken pieces of me want her to put me back together,
but the monster is calling to come out and play.
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star....
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