I won't tell you to stop reading.

But I will tell you this:

What's inside these pages? It's not clean. Not heroic. Not pretty.

It's blood under the fingernails, teeth sunk into sin, and desire that doesn't ask for permission.

I don't come with a warning label. I am the warning.

You'll hate me before you understand me. You'll understand me before you forgive me.

And maybe-if you're reckless enough to stay-you'll love me by the time it ends. But don't get it twisted.

There's blood. There's sex. There are choices that'll make you flinch. Lines that aren't just crossed-they're erased.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, there's a girl who didn't know better.

Didn't know me.

She walked in soft.

And I-

I don't know how to touch anything without breaking it.

So if you're here for butterflies and clean kisses, turn back. If you want a love that plays by the rules, walk away. But if you want the kind that claws, burns, and owns you—

Then stay.

But don't come crying to me when it hurts. I never promised to be gentle. I only promised to be real.

-Dev Malhotra