It was late, Light was sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard as you lay leaning against his chest, snuggling against him as he stroked your hair, his gaze fixed on the soft moonlight filtering through the window. He knew you were stupid, even annoying and irritating, and one thing was for sure, he didn't love you at all but he liked the way you loved him, he loved having you in the palm of his hand, and why deny it? You were a beautiful woman but incredibly stupid, he didn't know how you continued with this despite how horrible he treated you. Yes, he knows he's a shitty person for using you just to make a profit, but could you blame him? He liked your attention and the obsession you had with pleasing him, even if he hit you.

"You feel so good..." He murmured softly, he had seen enough romantic movies to know what to say and how to say it, it was a total liar, but he loved you... in his own way, or so you liked to think, even though it was a lie.