I watched as he entered the room. It was like each time he took a step closer to me, my heartbeat would grow faster. As cliche as it sounds, I could feel my heart trying to escape from my chest and join his.
His curly hair and dimples. His green eyes and adorable high pitched laugh. It was impossible to concentrate on anything else in the room. He was a white stallion in a herd of sheep. A terrible analogy, but you get the point.
He was truly a catch and I wanted to be his. The only problem is, he's not allowed to feel love or be loved. No compassion was to be shown on him for he would kill, or be killed.
In a world divided up between the Manglers and the Lacers, neither may cross paths. However, in a town as small as Cloverfield, only one Mangler is born, the others fled in order to keep Mangler population up. This one Mangler chose to be left behind. Chose to steer trouble and play with the hearts of many while his would be kept by his tribe.
A literal heartless killer mixed with the bright eyes of a perplexed Lacer would clearly create trouble in Cloverfield.