There are three things that are certain in this life.
Death.
Taxes.
And the fact that if I want something, I will fucking get it.
And I want her.
She might think I’m the devil incarnate, but she ain’t seen nothing yet. If she thinks the rumours are bad, she’s gonna love the live action encore I’ve got planned.
I live for the fear, the thrill of the chase. And I’ll chase her down to the ends of the earth with a smile on my face. She’s in my sights now, and nothing is going to stop me.
Buckle up, Olivia. I’m coming––ready or not––to claim what’s rightfully mine.
You.
The End