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ALEXANDER

She's beautiful. She's breathtaking. She's gorgeous. She'll be my ruin. She'll be my undoing. She has the power to take my very mundanity with her arcane. She can't be mine, but at the same time, I want her to be all mine. I want to possess every fibre of her being. I want to feel her warm body against mine. I want to be the only one that makes her hazel eyes sparkle and light up with excitement. I want her. I need her. I want her all for myself.

Hah! I sound so pathetic and possessive! Ivory is like a wrecking ball that zoomed into my life and set it on fire. She's complete perfection, my only direction.

It's been five months since I contractually married her, five months since my miracle happened. Every waking of each fucking day reminds me of how close, and how soon it will be for our agreement to come to an end. I can't let that happen. I'd go to the ruins of hell or probably the end of the earth, if that means I'll keep her by my side.

My relationship with her hasn't