Skyler

“He didn’t go through over a thousand days in prison to self-destruct now.
Lawless didn’t have a death wish.
But right now, he had a brain that screamed for him to hunt and kill.”
― V. Theia, Darling Psycho

“To know a psycho was to be a psycho.
Lawless had always worn many hats to many people.
Thug.
Thief.
Entrepreneur.
Biker.
Hacker.
Enforcer.
Cat doctor.
Dominant.
Kinky fucker.
Aloof sadist.
The list was endless, and people got creative coming up with terms for him when he didn’t fit into a box of their choosing.”
― V. Theia, Darling Psycho

“Lawless could have used many suitable and decent lies to validate what he was doing.
Hadn’t he lived by that truth many times over already?
Oh, yes.
A monster knew the way around a good lie enough to swallow it like venom.
But there was no lie here worth shit.”
― V. Theia, Darling Psycho

“His veil dropped.
His lies melted away.
His dark solitude yawned to grab someone into it with him.
Facing the truth like a big boy, Lawless’ gaze observed the girl he had a hand in helping to raise because she’d fucking attached herself to him like mold against his will.
And the truth was glaringly bright now, as it was over a thousand days ago.
She was as beautifully sinful now as she was on the day, he left her behind.
Who could say when the grain of heat flourished inside his chest. Only that it was there, coming alive.”
― V. Theia, Darling Psycho