Breaking Broken

A fragile, trembling thing to make the school days go by quicker: Maze.
So soft. So mortal. Broken in ways only monsters like me fantasise about. My little Stray. The quiet virgin with sad eyes and no future. God, she was so fucking delicious in the beginning.

She should’ve died the first time I tasted her. But she didn’t. She came back.
Again. And again.
It’s a sick joke. Because every time I kill her, our bond tightens. How was I supposed to know that killing her would turn her into my fated mate?

Every time she remembers what we are to each other, I end her.
Every time she comes back, I unravel further.
I am Siren, the daughter of Sin and Lust.
I was never meant to crave.
Never meant to need.
Never meant to love.
But Maze? She’s tearing apart my prophecy one death at a time.

And now my broken little toy wants vengeance.
She’s not just back. She’s evolved.
And for the first time in my godless existence— I’m afraid.