Serpentine Desires
From my perspective, he was unhinged—wild eyes that never seemed to rest, like a caffeine addict at an all-you-can-drink espresso bar.
He had this unsettling energy, buzzing around like a hyperactive squirrel on a sugar rush.
It was as if he thrived on chaos, drawing power from the disorder he sowed, like a kid who just discovered glitter and glue.
His charm was dangerous like the lethal blend of allure and unpredictability, making him both irresistible and as terrifying as a clown at midnight.
Yes, a clown. That’s what he was.
To be honest, after the humiliation he made me go through three nights ago, I didn’t even want to see his face. His handsome features didn’t excuse his gory personali