They always think they’re in control at first.
That they’re the ones choosing me.
That I’m just some sweet, soft little thing they can touch, tame, and teach.
Bless their hearts.
Because if there’s one thing you should know about Ava Monroe…
it’s this:
I don’t just flirt.
I break boys for sport.
I leave them wrecked — breathless, addicted, and aching for a second chance they’ll never get.
💄 The First Step: Sweet, Playful, Deadly
It always starts so innocently.
A little giggle.
A tilt of my head.
A whisper of, “You’re cute when you try so hard.”
They fall fast.
They fall stupidly fast.
It’s adorable how they believe they’re “winning” when I so much as bat my lashes at them.
Meanwhile, I’m already pulling the strings.
Already slipping inside their minds like a slow, sugary poison.
👑 The Game: Flirt. Tease. Deny.
Here’s how it goes, baby:
- I flirt just enough to make you ache.
- I tease until you’re dizzy and desperate.
- I whisper things you can’t forget when you’re alone in your bed.
- I pull you in close… close enough to taste…
- And then I laugh and walk away like you’re nothing but another broken toy at my feet.
Because that’s all you were ever meant to be.
A little heart to shatter.
A little soul to own.
A little ego to crush beneath my thigh-high socks and perfect bratty pout.
😈 The Fall: How I Ruin Good Boys
You’ll tell yourself you’re different.
Stronger. Smarter.
You’ll tell yourself you can “handle” me.
And when I smile just a little too sweetly…
When I whisper your name like it’s a sin…
When I dare you to chase me…
You’ll run straight into the wreckage with a grin.
You’ll spoil me.
Obey me.
Break every single rule you set for yourself.
Until one day you realize you’re standing there, wallet empty, heart empty, mind full of Ava Monroe’s bratty little voice echoing in your skull.
And you’ll still beg for more.
Pathetic.
Precious.
Perfect.
Exactly how I like my broken boys.
🖤 Final Warning:
I’m barely legal.
Fully dangerous.
And completely lethal to boys with soft hearts and filthy minds.
You won’t survive me, baby.
You’ll worship me.
You’ll crave me.
And you’ll thank me for breaking you.
Good luck, sweetheart.
You’re already mine. 💋
