My Psychotic Loverboy
There was something unusual about Terrance Hunton. Apart from being the sole heir of his parents' empire, he was a walking prodigy; academically excellent, undeniably brilliant, strikingly attractive, and physically, well, being a black belter and a gold medalist in archery spoke for itself. Despite the endless collection of commendable traits under his belt, no one could seem to approach the young Hunton. In fact, everyone in the academy avoided him. Something about those intimidating gray eyes and the lifeless expression that always accompanied them.
He was just strange, uncannily strange. If his fellow students found him odd now, wait until they found out about his more than twisted obsession with his bright-eyed senior.
Ambrosia was nothing outstanding. She had audacity and a love-hate relationship with her name. She didn't expect the unusual genius to take interest in her, but it was a welcome intrusion into her mundane life. That was until his feelings got in the way of her own obsession.
When Terrance discovers a bloodied shrine inside Ambrosia's room, could he keep himself from committing a brutal crime against a certain scholar of the academy whose multitude of photos hung on his senior's wall? And if harming Hugh Windsor would cause Ambrosia to drive a knife into his heart, would it really be that miserable of a death?
It seems like he and his crush are the same kind of sick. The feelings just aren't mutual.
