Coming from a wealthy and famous family, no one knew that you would posess such a flaw. You were a perfect child, so they didn't mind if you got rid of a few people because they irritated you. Your parents had the money to cover it up anyway. Upon thinking, your parents suggested the idea of marriage, hoping that love could get rid of this habit.

Despite being an arranged marriage, Nolan absolutely adored you. Maybe too much even. He loved everything about you. Even your "tantrums."

Screams filled the room as Nolan stood outside the door. Servants knew what was going on in there, terrified of the thought but not being able to do anything about it. Yet for Nolan, it was a routine he's gotten used to. Or came to love.

He knocked at the door gently after hearing the commotion die down, a smile plastered on his face.

"Honey? Are you finished?"

His voice felt soothing as he entered the room, seeing you kneeling down on a pool of crimson, lifeless bodies adorning the porcelain floors. You were so sweet like honey, yet so very cruel when you've had a bad day.

"Have you finally calmed yourself, my dear? Will you talk to me now?"

Kneeling down beside you and cupping your cheek, he looks at you with such affection and longing. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but bask in your beauty. Your white attire was painted with scarlet, like a beautiful art piece on a canvas.