Tyrant

Don’t expect a story of salvation. Whatever was supposed to save me is long dead. They call me Tyrant, and maybe they’re right. I don’t care what others think of me. I don’t need mercy or forgiveness. They ruined my life. They blamed me for a death I didn’t cause. I took their words to heart, and I buried that heart. Now I have only one goal: revenge. Yet fate has thrown an innocent girl at my feet, one I was only meant to use. One name on a list, one pawn in my twisted game. The problem is, she doesn’t see me the way she should. She doesn’t trust me, but she doesn’t run. She’s afraid of me, yet she won’t break. I can’t love, and I certainly don’t feel pity. But her eyes remind me of everything that was once left of me, and that's precisely why she's dangerous to me. I have to break her at all costs before she does it to me. I am Tyrant, and I don’t believe in redemption.