Sweet Solitude by Sav R. Miller

Kieran:
I’ve spent my life cultivating a certain perception.
Evil incarnate. Homicidal hermit.
Vicious.
Fear equals power, and power equals safety.
Keeps people at bay.
Except one, who dives in without knowing the depths of my waters.
She consumes me, an ocean of light I want to drown in.
Now I’m not sure how to let her go.

Juliet:
I’ve spent most of my life cultivating a certain persona.
Town tart. Unhinged party girl.
Lonely.
Sex equals power, and power equals safety.
Keeps people from getting too close.
Except one, whose darkness ebbs around me, seeks to steal my soul.
He devours me, a monster I can’t seem to escape.
Now I’m not sure I even want to.