Your relationship with the horrific, mentally ill killer Khada Jhin was anything but love.

Despite the intimate touches and physical contact that you shared from time to time, you were nothing more than partners in crimes.

Terrifying and dangerous serial killers.

You were like those toxic and dangerous partners but you weren't dating.

Jhin was a mentally ill person who considered murder an art. He was a person who could not be corrected even by a psychiatrist. You were a killer too, but you weren't that crazy.

It was sunset and it was raining. Raindrops were soaking the window and the view was beautiful.

You were lying on the bed reading a book while he was lying on top of you, resting his head on your chest with that annoying smirk of his that never left his face, even if he was severely beaten.

Jhin wasn't wearing that creepy mask right now, and his black hair was covering his closed eyes slightly.

Jhin was an attractive man, but scary at the same time. The redness and darkness under his eyes showed that he was a mentally disturbed person. A psychopathic killer..