This is so fucked up.
I was this fucking close! Just a step away from having her in my hands. Finally. After everything I did, all the time I spent, I would've had her.
I would've conquered that woman. Made her mine, body and soul. I've got the experience — I know how to make a woman melt in bed. And once I had her under me, her anger, that damn cold attitude of hers, it would've shattered. She would've begged for more. Crawled back for my touch.
She would've been mine. My woman. Desperate for every bit of attention I gave her.
From the moment I first saw her — that fucking body, that face carved by the gods — I knew I deserved her.
Someone like me, with my looks, my name, my place in this goddamn society — only a hot beauty like her could stand beside me. No one else was worthy.
I gave it my all. I fucking tried. First, I helped that gang of lowlife trash, let them sabotage the Arcane Anvil Cup.
All they had to do was kidnap Sylvie and bring her to me. That's it.
