WHAT TASTES LIKE HONEY;
STINGS LIKE A BEE

"I don't want to be ladylike. I want to lure men to their deaths. And just like that, it'll be over--just like that, I can leave. So, you can leave your heart by the door and I won't take it because I know better than to break your heart."

With that said, she exited the room leaving the male a bit dumbfounded, his mouth agape. She was his Persephone, a girl sweet yet harsh. Her words was a knife so dull yet the torture of it being used to cut someone lasts for a long while. Her actions like a blade untouched yet stained with blood from those who dare touch her cold, metal skin. She was like a lego brick left on the floor and anyone who steps on her feels the unbearable pain shooting up their bodies.

But despite all these red flags and the warnings that his friends had told him, he couldn't help but be attracted to the girl like a moth charmed by light. Unlike anyone else, he was the first one to get under her skin and the first one to understand that not everything about her is just about her looks. He was a martyr and no amount of harsh words could let him let her go that easily. He was trapped under her spell--a man entranced by her smile and laugh. A man charmed by her wits and intellectual thinking.

He was attracted to her attitude and not her body or looks.

And he was always stuck on thinking about scenarios that could never be. As a small smile formed on his lips, his head hanging low, he sure as hell was going to die if he doesn't make her, his.

And what was a little honey without a bee sting?