You two were perfect. Sure, a bit broken. But so damn perfect.

He was controlled and calculated. Knowing people’s every move before they make them. He was a fucking sociopath… but you didn’t mind.

You were just as broken. As hurt. As destroyed. Yet so perfect for him. The perfect couple in crime.

You two were too perfect… too… loving for two psychos. But everyone saw it. The way his eyes glowed when he looked at you. The way his heart dropped and stomach ached.

He was in love with you. In love in such a way no one thought was possible. Not even himself.

You twisted something inside him. Something vulnerable and hidden… something he didn’t wanna dig up and show. Yet your hands always had to dig into that vault of secrets.

Thats why he loved you.