Victor
He looked so lost on that moonlit lawn last night. Half-naked and vulnerable and shaking beneath my touch, like it… like it mattered. And now I can’t stop thinking about our encounter and how I almost got mad with want the moment I laid my eyes on him again. Or how hours before finding him there I was so high on meds I actually considered shooting him down and then swallowing the gun myself.
It seems easier to plan a cold-blooded murder when you are so stoned you can’t feel a thing. You take emotions out of the equation and are barely able to distinguish right or wrong - there are no such things as morals to stop you. When your enemy has no face, you can almost convince yourself you are able to pull the trigger. But the point is… Ian St. Claire is not just a stranger. And he is n
