A desire for justice is my curse, and my stubbornness is my DNA. I managed to cross paths with his family before I even knew that he would never forgive such behavior. I should have stopped right away, but the instinct for self-preservation is completely absent in me. He’ll want to teach me a lesson—or maybe to tame me… I don’t know how this story will end, but one question will definitely bother me until the end of my life—what the hell am I so desperate for? Contains explicit profanity.