“You're drunk,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Y-You don’t know what you’re doing.” My heart twisted violently inside me, the pain sharp, unbearable. I wanted to stay. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted that moment. But I couldn’t. I turned around, my vision already blurring with tears. My legs moved forward, but my heart remained behind.
And in that moment, I knew—I would burn the whole world to protect the girl who brought me back to life.
"And in the end, they’ll all understand... I never loved. I owned."
"Every 'I love you' from his lips tasted like blood."
“No one will touch her. No one will see her. She belongs to me and me only.” He set the brush down, breathing heavily now, not from exertion, but from the twisted satisfaction of bringing his fantasy to life. The monster in him wasn’t sleeping anymore. It was wide awake, watching… waiting. And it had found its muse. "I’ll make you beg, not for mercy, ashen—but for more of the pain that feels like pleasure."
