King Salvatore.
My hard heart. I can feel it crumbling when it’s about Lilas. It’s like a spell has been cast over me when it comes to her. I find myself wanting to do things for her, trying to support and protect her. I know this is wrong. I know our relationship is an abomination but I’ve been doing the wrong things all my life and it has never been this sweet.
It has never been in the form of an Angel, the most beautiful woman I have ever kissed and found peace in. The glint in her eyes when I presented my gift to her is tattooed in my heart and I bury my face in her hair as she lays on my chest throughout the drive.
The car glides gracefully to a halt near the entrance of the sophisticated golf course. The engine purrs softly as Richard steps out onto the meticulously manicured grou
