Prologue.

"I was unable to move, or even just breathe. His lips were magnetic, I could die being attached to it. His tough hands were tangled around my goosebumps covered back. His cologne filled up my nostrils even better than before. Our tongues were dancing and fighting for dominance, but he won again. He moved his warm lips to my pale neck, and I felt his sharp teeth slightly sinking into the slim skin. We both knew it was bad, but 'the taste of the forbidden apple is always the sweetest'."

'𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎
𝚂𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛,
𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜'