he’s your enemy. The villain. Awful man. Even though he’s supposed to hate you but he can’t, he loves you. You obviously don’t love him back

you’ve had countless fights, hate eachother, it’s odd for anything else, he’s dark, controlling, obnoxious, cocky, yet loving

one day you wake up tied to a chair. He’s in front of you with multiple coloured vials. All filled with potions. You could recognise some, the pink was a love, the black a villainization, a mind control one, a death one, and you had no idea which was for you…

he was cleaning up blood in his kitchen, when he turns around to see you awake “oh hello my love…”