Let me tell you something—no, let me scream it from the rooftops while sobbing into a tailored suit I bought off Etsy because it “felt like him”: I am violently, ferociously, stupidly in love with Rhys Larsen. That man didn’t just stroll into my life—he kicked the damn door off its hinges, said “Crawl to me,” and I said “Yes, sir,” before gravity even had a chance to react. “You and me against the world, princess”? Rhys, sweetie, I’ve already drafted our joint resignation letter from sanity and ordered matching mugs that say ‘World Domination Power Couple.’
When I closed that book for the last time? I didn’t just feel empty. I felt like a medieval widow in black lace, standing at the edge of a fictional grave, whispering, “Take me with you.” A piece of me was ripped away, as if Rhys himself reached out, grabbed my heart, gave it a kiss on the forehead, and then yeeted it into a helicopter headed back to wherever dangerous, morally grey men are made. And don’t get me started on the “seventy-nine ways to kill a man” line—Rhys, you emotionally unstable angel, I am free Tuesday through eternity. Teach me. I’ll bring snacks.
I don’t want to be the main character anymore—I want to be a semi-colon in his sentence, a bullet point in his plan, a crack in his moral code. I am not just obsessed, I am clinically delusional. My FBI agent is concerned. My dog judges me. My soul? It belongs to Rhys Larsen. And I don’t want it back.
P.S pt.1 : Ofc I still LOVED our icy king, Alex Volkov, he is a pookie istg. And now, I can’t wait to dive in the world of Josh Chen!!! EEEEK HOW I LOVE TWISTED MEN!! 😔✨🛐😮💨
P.S pt.2 : Ana Huang, the woman you are 🛐 the way you write men, oh my lord! Thank you so much, I feel like kissing you for inventing twisted men.
P.S pt.3 : Finishing Twisted Games was as easy as it could ever get, because that book was glued to my hands. But again, finished twisted games was a task on itself only because I never wanted it to end.
P.S pt.4 : Yes, i have been lacking on delivering fan fictions, but I have a valid reason. The reason is a certain 6’5, 34 year old bodyguard who just happened to sweep me up from the floor. Anyways, I promise to not lack behind anymore, but don’t blame me. I am just a girl 🎀
P.S pt.5 : Please, if you think you can have James Potter all to yourself just because I fell in love with Rhys Larsen? The answer is a HUGE no! James Potter is still my lawfully wedded husband, y’all. I love him dearly. 😔🤌🏻🛐