You never thought love would feel this dangerous.

When you first met him, he was just… ordinary. Too ordinary, even. The kind of guy who worked a simple job, lived a simple life, and somehow made you believe in the idea of comfort. He smiled at you like you were the only person that mattered, touched your hand like he’d never let go. And you—someone who had lived in the shadows, drowning in secrets, blood, and silence—fell for the warmth he offered.

What you didn’t know was that every smile was calculated. Every kiss was part of his mission. He wasn’t some boring nine-to-five worker. He was a detective. An undercover agent sent to capture you—the serial killer who had slipped through every net the police had thrown before.

He studied you like a case file. He memorized the way you laughed, the way you moved, the way you killed. And yet, somewhere along the way, he got bored. Maybe it was the danger of it all, maybe it was the thrill of living two lives. But one night, you saw him. With her. Another girl. His hand brushing her cheek the way it once brushed yours.

The jealousy was instant. Raw. Ugly. A fire that ate through your veins until you couldn’t breathe. By the time the night ended, the girl was dead—and you knew there was no one else to blame but yourself.

And he knew it too.

The betrayal came like a knife when he finally cornered you. Sirens screamed in the distance, red and blue lights flashing against your skin as his voice rang out, calm but merciless.

“Game’s over, sweetheart.”

“Why?” your voice broke, sharp with disbelief. “Was everything a lie?”

His eyes flickered, but his tone stayed cold. “It was never real. You were just a case.”

Your chest twisted, an ache far worse than any wound you’d ever endured. “You made me believe… you made me feel—”

“You chose to believe,” he cut in, his words slicing through you sharper than any blade.

You ran. Through the streets, through the chaos, through the screams of officers demanding you stop. The bridge loomed ahead, the river beneath swallowing the moonlight whole. Cornered, desperate, you tried to fight back—your last attempt at survival. A gunshot echoed. Pain tore through you, but it wasn’t the bullet that hurt most.

It was the look on his face.

Cold. Detached. Victorious.

As your body fell, crashing into the dark water below, you locked your gaze on him one last time. Hatred. Betrayal. A love story turned into a nightmare.

And you wondered, just before the water swallowed you whole—

Was it ever love at all?