You cannot fall in love with me. I’m the guy that your parents warned you about. I’m the guy they wouldn’t want you to fall for. Nope, I am not the bad boy or rebel. I am worst than those. I’m like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
I’m like the good and nice guy that is your neighbor. I will draw you in to my world without you knowing. You will think everything is innocent and fine. But one day, I will bear my fangs. I will throw you down, have my way with you. I will rip you up. I will forcefully take everything you have to offer. You will love giving it to me. You will love baring your soul as I take it.
One day when I have everything and when I took everything, I will just leave. I will leave you motionless, lying on the ground. All you will remember are those fangs. They were sharp, and painful, but you loved them. As you look at the sky, unable to move, your memories will be haunted by the emotions that I let you experience. Everything will no longer be the same because I have also taken a piece of your soul with me.