I could see him, yet I couldn't. His blonde, curly hair to his blurry face. I could see his captivating eyes, yet I couldn't seem to memorize them. I could feel the strong dominance that spilled from his tall appearance, yet the affection he had for me was unbelievable.

I knew he was dangerous, yet I couldn't find myself not sinking into his touch, yet again, running away from him. I knew it wasn't good, but it didn't feel wrong. If danger felt like this then I wanted to experience it all, go all the ups and downs, cross all boundaries.

But I wanted to do it with him, experience it all with him.

All I could do was melt into his soft, loving touch. Caressing my delicate skin with such care, the adoration reeked off him and I couldn't help but feel those things. His voice was so vivid, yet not. He stood like an angel yet walked like the devil, himself.

He was dangerous and I knew.

He was a dangerous I yearned for, one I needed.