He met my internal longings and sort of delivered them.

Security, safety and belonging.

‘’You’re just the same, you said so yourself. Is that what you do? You greet, smile and charm while putting a knife to my throat?’’ He’s just confirming every move and step since I met him has probably been exactly that, and those soft hints I think I see are nothing more than a clever game plan. Alexi is as bad as Santagato only more accomplished at hiding his evil—his skills are in the psychology and not the physical pain.

‘’Don’t think I don’t see your games and lies, London. You’re no angel, and you are...