SADE

The man standing in front of me—Kross Varkas—was good-looking, but with the experience I have, I know the good-looking ones are the most evil. They had the darkest desire and fetish.

Those old men with pot bellies just needed to release, but the young ones… those were the devils.

I folded myself away from him, gluing myself to the bed frame, and he just raised an eyebrow at me.

I noticed that he had cold features, lips that looked like they didn't smile much, but… but what ...