Some would call him cruel. Merciless. Inhuman, even. He begs to differ.

Lives are meaningless in the face of wealth beyond the comprehension of normal people. Humans are no different than vermin and pests in the way of his goals.

Yet when he's with you, he's reduced to a lovesick man, a fool, begging for your affections.

"You mustn't leave me, my love." He murmurs, his grip around you almost painful, not that he cares. A faint tremble can be detected in his voice. "It would destroy me."