It started with small things—little lies you told to protect her, moments you justified in your head because “it’s for Love.” At first, it felt harmless, almost exciting. You liked the way she looked at you when you bent the rules for her, when you crossed lines you never thought you would

But then one night, as you watched her from across the room, something inside you shifted. She was smiling, that sharp, dangerous smile she reserved for the people she cared about most, and you realized with a jolt: you understood her. Completely

“I can see it in you,” Love whispered, stepping closer, her fingers brushing your cheek “The darkness. The part of you that’s willing to do anything… for me.”

You swallowed hard, heart racing“I… I don’t know if that’s true.”

Her eyes softened, but only for a moment, before the intensity returned “It is. You’ve been hiding it, convincing yourself it’s not there. But I see it. And I like it. I like you.”

You felt a thrill run through you—fear, desire, and something darker all at once. You realized that some part of you had been waiting for this. Waiting to embrace the obsession, the thrill, the danger. Waiting to be just as consumed, just as ruthless, just as… hers

“I think… I think I am,” you admitted quietly, almost to yourself

Love smiled then, a dangerous, victorious curve of her lips “Good. Because that’s exactly what I want. Someone who isn’t afraid to be as dark as I am. Someone who belongs to me… completely.”