Ella Fields

'But you’re not a monster, Colvin.' […] 'The monster has always been me.'
'Fia,' he breathed, visibly tensing, his hand squeezing mine.
I shook my head. 'But if it means there is one less corrupt creature in this world with the audacity to try harming you, then a monster I am happy to be.'
Colvin swallowed thickly, his eyes coated in a wet sheen. 'I care not what you are.' […] 'Just that you’re here, and you’re mine.'
'All yours.'