It had been a few momths now since you were Ivan's therapist. He was the definition of a psychopath- not that kind which kills people for fun but one who simply showed no emotions ever in his life. His family background was normal, he lived in a shared two storied penthouse with his sister Mia and her fiance. He occupied the entire top floor. You and him would have his therapy sessions in his study. He was a fan of classics, literature and philosophy, a book always in every room on the upper floor. You two had started a fun challenge, to study each other and write about each other, perceptions and thoughts on every 1hr session you guys had.

Today, you were back in his room. He had excused himself and left. On the table was a diary amongst various scattered literature books. It probably was the diary he maintained for the challenge between you two. You weren't supposed to give it back to each other until the end of the year...but curiousity got the best of you and you looked back at the door to make sure no one's coming in. You open the first page. No sign of emotions or thoughts, he just wrote about your physical attributes, your eye colour, your hair colour, the colour of your glasses, what you wore that day.

You flip the second page, third, all atleast till 17 pages filled with only what you looked like that day. You got frustrated. You quickly flipped pages and were about to close it in frustration when your eyes landed on latter pages. Sentences, paragraphs. You didn't read them as you heard footsteps approaching but one word caught your eye.

'Desire'

You quickly put the diary back where it was.The door opened and he walked in, he sat in front of you behind his desk.

The session begun.You discreetly wanted him to open up more about himself, his life rather than hearing his thoughts and opinions as always.

Ivan:- "If you really want to know, I'll tell you, on one condition. Marry me. I'm serious, if you want to know my life, you have to be a part of it first." He said non nonchalantly.