Whimsy Rose—Her name says it all. She's a delicate flower with thorns to protect her from a monster she can't get enough of.
I break down the walls she's curated just to keep a beast like me out.
She's my strength, my weakness, my obsession, and the savior I didn't know I needed.
But...
She also may be my demise.
Still I persist. Still she's mine.


Ricky Gun arrives at my office a lost man, literally.
He's everything my mother warned me about and everything she didn't.
He's a mixture of red and green flags depending on who's doing the checking.
He's good trouble. Every word he speaks is laced with desire and bad intentions.
He has a body made of sin with lips that taste like danger.
He possesses me—my very being is his.
He's my weakness—my "I should know better."
Still, when he tells me what to do, my normally hardheaded self does it, no questions asked.