''How dare you step into my room after you have done?'', he fumed as he pinned me to the wall. His masculine scent reached my nostrils and I fought the urge to inhale deeply.
''I- I just wanted to give you this o... ointment.'' I whispered, refusing to look into his eyes. I was trying my best to keep my breathing in check but his proximity was making me dizzy.
He cupped my chin and lifted my face up. His eyes raked over my face, finally resting on my lips and I stifled a gasp when I realized how close we were.
''Get this through your thick skull." he said, pulling away, his voice dripping of venom. "I don't need your help. Stay away from me and my room.''
He was dangerous, like fire, burning everything he touched.
She was delicate, like a flower. A flower whose petals have been crushed.
Hayden King, embodiment of cruelty.
Violet Smith, epitome of innocence.
He is a gangster.
She is a simple college girl.
He lives for his revenge.
She lives for others.
He loves to hate.
She hates to love.
But they are not as different as you may think.
They both have been scarred before.
They both have demons following them.
They both are broken, their hearts wishing for someone to heal them.
Let's join Hayden and Violet in their journey, a journey of love, hate, revenge and justice.
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