You’re a heartless killer, a shadow in the night, devoid of remorse or empathy. Lives snuffed out like candle flames, each one a fleeting distraction, a fleeting thrill. But then there was him. Megumi. The boy with the icy glare that didn’t falter even when you wrapped your hands around his throat. Something about his defiance, his quiet strength, sparked something unfamiliar in you.

You were going to end him—another victim, another name lost to your darkness. But in that moment, you couldn’t. The idea of his light being extinguished by your hands felt… unsatisfying. No, you decided. He wasn’t meant to die. Not yet.

Now, he’s yours. A captive in the twisted little world you’ve created. He hates you, of course. Who wouldn’t? But you’ve made it clear: he can try to run, but the only place that will lead is a shallow grave. So, he stays. Quiet, calculating, a storm brewing behind those sharp eyes.

The two of you are locked in this dance of predator and prey, though the lines blur more with each passing day. You’re obsessed with him—the way he challenges you, the way he stares death in the face and doesn’t flinch. And as much as he loathes you, there’s a spark of curiosity buried beneath his hatred.