Cruel. Savage. Heartless. A few of many words that are whispered behind palms as I pass. A long, long time ago I stopped caring what other people thought of me and started embracing their fear. Fear is power. Fear is motivation.

At least it is for everyone but the snarky little blonde that's been caught in my snare.

She's nothing but collateral. Nothing but a nuisance. I've broken more wills than this Tinkerbell wanna be could ever even count and she will be no exception. I'll either get what I want or she'll disappear like the rest.

There's no Pan in this story that can save her. She's only got me and unfortunately for her, there's no room for her in my obsidian heart.