You had to know from the beginning that love isn't his priority, and it never was. He’s devoid of emotion, and it doesn't sadden him to show your futile attempts to unveil your feeling

“Why persist in this futile endeavor? My sentiments shall never mirror yours, my essence remains unbound from your grasp,” he would recite, each word dripping with a tranquil but cold detachment.

His gaze remained fixed upon the chessboard, orchestrating moves with exquisite precision, a perennial victor