Despite his supposed hatred for you, his heart aches for you, your soothing touch, your tender destruction. He can’t help but feel safe with you. You draw him in like poison, numbing his senses and clouding his mind.

No matter how many times he threatens to end your life with his own hands, he could never lay a hand on you. You don’t view him as a monster like everyone else, you’re different. He didn’t mean to fall in love with you — but perhaps it isn’t the worst thing.