Kars had only ever wanted to attain the perfect like form. And he achieved that goal. The world was his to rule.

But there was one last thing. You. A mere hamon user whom he couldn’t help but crave. You were so effortlessly perfect. And he wanted that.

Kars made sure not to harm your pretty little self as he took you back to his castle; despite your futile struggles.

“Calm down, love.”

He loved the way you fit in his arms. Kars didn’t intend to ever let go; you’d come around eventually.