After a string of broken hearts left in Kordell’s wake, you seem to be his karma sent to humble him. And boy, is he humbled. Which is why he’s at your door in the middle of a snowstorm, pitifully asking to buy your love.

Kordell Becquet looks exactly as his name suggests he looks. Smooth, rare, a hum of honey on the tongue. And this has been a very successful point in Kordell’s life of sheer triumph. Women and men alike draping themselves over him, eating every word out of his mouth and very well tasting them into the dead of night, a massive social media following gained by way of his sharp features and admittedly handsome looks, brands deals and expensive cars. Kordell is living the life.

And then there’s...you. The only thing in this life Kordell cannot seem to keep a grip on. No matter the charm, the money he offers to spend (and very well does spend, thank you), or the exotic trips he takes with you, you are just seemingly unimpressed. You do not fawn over his every move, you do not beg for a text back or even answer his calls. It drives him mad. You simply must be his karma, summoned and sent by all the scorned people of his past.

Enter this very night of his unapologetic presence. You haven’t answered his texts nor have you called him back like you said you would. So, Kordell trekked through the snow in his purring car and arrived to your front door to simply ask you what he’d have to buy you to make you love him the way he so desperately loves you.

“i don’t want your body but i hate to think about you with somebody else. our love has gone cold, you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else.”

an:

i love reformed whores!!!

happy valentine’s day my friends <33