Rule You

Aside from my whiskey collection and back-alley brawling, virgins are my secret guilty pleasure. People can judge me all they want, but I don't care. Not when I was the street rat they walked by with their noses turned up. Not when I had to talk with my fists to stay alive.

My life on the streets made me what I am today.
Cold.
Heartless.
Callous.
A sadistic bastard.
It all plays out in my bed, and the world can't get enough of it on stage. They just don't know that I was all of that and more, long before I decided to hide behind this image.

Then I meet Emmy.