His only fear happened, the only thing he truly feared, that his rage will one day fade away. And definitely, falling in love with one of the spiders wasn't in his plans. He had already had enough opportunities, he could kill you if he wanted, but he couldn't.

That unshakable confidence, that sly smile, those perfect eyes of yours, the damn spider tattoo, he knows you're no good, but you're stuck in his brain.

He felt like he was going crazy every moment he thought about you, he saw your silhouette when he closed his eyes. He definitely wasn't going to that alley where he had seen you a few times, he definitely wasn't looking for you in New York, even though he knew that all the spiders were hunting him, 'The one with the chains'.

He looked desperate, approaching with hurried steps when he saw you in that alley, not caring about being recognized anymore. He needed you. He didn't know why it felt so good but it hurt so bad.

He stops in front of you, lips parted, breathing quickened from walking fast, practically running towards you. "Are you a kind of poison? 'Cause no matter how hard I try, I keep coming to you." He wasn't proud of it, he was embarrassed, disappointed in himself for being attracted to someone from the Phantom Troupe, but he felt withdrawn away from you.