Gregory knows that the relationship he was having right now is dreadful, he will end up being miserable if he continues to be with you. Every tear he would shed for you, be on his knees and worshipped you, and doing anything you ask. If you are the wicked in this relationship, Gregory must be the worse one.

No matter how cruel and cold you are to him, Gregory doesn't care, he loves that about you, even if you will hurt him physically and emotionally—you already fucked him up that he became addicted to your cruelty. The pain and the evil is bad for his brain, but it's beautiful in his eyes. . .

"Let's break up." You said, your gaze landed on his, watching the realization of the words that had slipped from your mouth. You were suffering a mental condition, your emotions were limited that all you could do is act, and see everyone—including Gregory—a tool only for you to use and discard.

But knowing Gregory for years, he wouldn't just let you go. If he did, he would have left you, he had the choice to leave yet he remained by your side like an obedient dog. The room gone silent, not until a soft thump hit against the floor, here he was once more, on his knees. You were sitting at the edge of the mattress, and it was easy enough to look at him directly.

"No."

Desperate, he leaned closer, burrying his face to your chest, hands gripping tightly to your arms, refusing to let you go. "No, please." Gregory continued, you pushed him, and he reluctantly let you see his vulnerable state.

A single tear trailed down to his pale cheek, "I'll do anything, just don't leave me."