Gluttony
.He couldn’t get enough, there were just so many girls to choose from. Why would he pick one when he could have them all? He was charming, handsome, and had a reputation as a player. Chestnut hair swept in a sweet cowlick over his forehead, and his piercing eyes could make any girl melt at his fingertips. The picture of duality; sweet on the outside, and a seething mess of desire on the inside. He sped through girls at an insane rate, strewing broken hearts and tearful faces behind his without a second glance. Charm, date, fvck, and abandon. He couldn’t stop, consuming anything with a skirt in his vicinity. It almost seemed like there wasn't a day he wasn’t with someone, like he couldn’t go without. It was a hunger, a need, it was his drug.
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