I hate him. Or at least I think I do. It's as if he has some pull over me that I can't deny, and I can do nothing but stand there as he tears down my walls. He's not real, I try to convince myself. So why does my heart insist otherwise?

I turn the pill between my thumb and index finger and watch as the minuscule light winking from my desk lamp briefly shows the twisted yet structured frame beneath it's pellucid shell. It looks grotesque as much as it looks crudely enchanting. It resembles the branches of black veins that run beneath white, tautly stretched skin. Pale, beautiful, otherworldly, and captivating. I am amazed that I was able to create such an enigma. This is the product of the hard work that I toiled afte

  Tao has always been an underdog. When he’s ordered to live as a scout in Shin, he eagerly takes the opportunity in an effort to prove himself. But what happens when he finds himself stuck between the reputation of his past and the hope of his future?

See ... I have this problem. I form a crush on anyone who I think is cute.  They also tend to be jerks/narcissists/players/boys-who-are-unware-of-my-affections. But this guy? He's either all of the above, or none of them at all.  I still haven't quite figured it out yet.