@Bie Collector  You're absolutely right 👍—it was never really about love. He might be a psychopath, sure, but he still feels. As a child, even small things like a flower or a pen caught his eye. But as he grew up, his desires changed—first to a ring, then a fancy lighter, and later to expensive watches… and finally, to a woman. This part seems obvious, right?
But why her, specifically? Maybe it's because when they first met, she wasn’t wearing anything flashy. No mask, no dramatics, no cries for help—just quiet acceptance, even in the face of desperation. He saw her in that raw, vulnerable state—her pain and despair so real, even the downpour didn’t shake her. And in that moment, he couldn’t reduce her to an object like the others. There was something deeper there. Something real.
And pleaseeee!!! let it be a happy ending!!! 💕 I don’t want him to die. The author always leaves us with a note of hope—so I’m holding onto that:)
But why her, specifically? Maybe it's because when they first met, she wasn’t wearing anything flashy. No mask, no dramatics, no cries for help—just quiet acceptance, even in the face of desperation. He saw her in that raw, vulnerable state—her pain and despair so real, even the downpour didn’t shake her. And in that moment, he couldn’t reduce her to an object like the others. There was something deeper there. Something real.
And pleaseeee!!! let it be a happy ending!!! 💕 I don’t want him to die. The author always leaves us with a note of hope—so I’m holding onto that:)