Jules van der Meer…
He’s somebody I shouldn’t want. Someone I can’t have.
The forbidden fruit. The desire not to be divulged in.
He’s wealthy, successful, important…everything I’m not.
I’m half his age.
Immature and desperate.
It’s what they all say—the men in the night with the fancy clothes and the shiny cars, with enough money to make me do whatever they please.
But him…well, he looks at me like I’m the answer to his prayers. A diamond in the rough.
He doesn’t realize how wrong he is, though.
I’m poison—putrid and vile. I’ll seep into his pores, wrap around his bones, and destroy whatever light he has left until he’s just like me…
Nothing but storm clouds and devastation.
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