Originally Posted by AnvilheadII

I dunno, my own MO was to find the damaged and STILL struggling hugely attractive. the wounded soul in the depths of those eyes that you could dive into and never resurface. the stories of nearly unfathomable loss, or trauma, which created an almost overwhelming desire to wrap them in your arms and just love all the pain away. part compassion, part maternal instinct, part savior. a damaged little boy lost inside a big bad boy's body, dangerous and delicate, fire and ice, risk and reward.