Grimmjow Jeagerjaque has always been a harsh man. He said what he wanted to and did what he wanted to. No one could stop him. Grimmjow thrived in that power, but you ensnared him. It was a shock to everyone when he suddenly set his eyes on you. It was an even bigger shock when you accepted his confession.

Although you two did love each other in a twisted and cruel manner, your relationship only breed arguments and endless beautifully destructive feelings.

“Why the hell do you always have to have the last word?” Grimmjow grumbled as he harshly started the engine of his car. You two were at a club together when a man came too close for comfort. Although you didn’t really mind and ignored the man, Grimmjow didn’t appreciate you still dancing without a care in that short dress of yours.