Can a psychopath feel love like you and me?? The answer is no. Because whatever they feel is much more dangerous then just love. It's an obsession, a craving, a madness.
That is the only way to explain Killian's feelings for Ophelia
ITS A DARK ROMA...
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Killian's pov:
As I watched her trembling hands grip the gun, a surge of anticipation coursed through my veins. This was it, the moment I had been waiting for, the culmination of all my desires. She looked so fragile, so delicate, and yet there was a fire in her eyes that burned brighter than any flame.
"Are you going to shoot me, bunny?" I taunted, relishing the fear that flickered across her face. "Do you have it in you to take a life?"
Her stuttered response only fueled my excitement, sending a thrill of anticipation racing through me. With each passing moment, my obsession with her grew stronger, more consuming than ever before. She was mine, all mine, and I would do anything to keep her by my side.
As she raised the gun, her hands shaking uncontrollably, I felt a rush of adrenaline flood my senses. This was it, the moment of truth, the culmination of all our twisted desires. And as she pulled the trigger, a wicked grin spread across my lips.
But as the click of the empty chamber filled the room, a surge of disappointment washed over me. She had failed, just as I knew she would. But even in her failure, she only fueled the flames of my obsession, driving me to even greater heights of madness.
"Give it back, love," I said softly, my voice laced with an undercurrent of excitement. "I'm not mad. Give it back, and all is forgiven."
But deep down, I knew that forgiveness was not an option. She had dared to defy me, to challenge my authority, and for that, she would pay the ultimate price. For in my world, there was no room for mercy, no room for forgiveness. There was only power, and the unyielding desire to possess what was rightfully mine.
As I approached her, a rush of exhilaration coursed through my veins, a familiar thrill that always accompanied our encounters. She looked so vulnerable, so utterly defenseless, and yet there was a fire in her eyes that intrigued me, that drew me in like a moth to a flame.
"Your so naive, bunny," I whispered, relishing the way her name rolled off my tongue. "And I love that about you. My naive little bunny."
Her fear was palpable, hanging thick in the air between us like a fog. It was intoxicating, like the sweetest perfume, filling my senses with an overwhelming sense of power. With each shaky breath she took, with each tear that fell from her eyes, I felt my obsession with her grow stronger, more consuming than ever before.
As I reached out to take the gun from her trembling hands, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer perfection of the moment. Here she was, completely at my mercy, utterly under my control. It was a feeling like no other, a rush that sent shivers of ecstasy down my spine.
"You're mine, bunny," I murmured, my voice low and husky with desire. "All mine."
And as I stood before her, a triumphant smile playing on my lips, I knew that no matter what happened next, she would always belong to me. Forever and always.
As her tears cascaded down her cheeks, staining her delicate skin, I felt a tumultuous mix of emotions swirling within me. Despite the fear and desperation emanating from her trembling form, there was an undeniable pang of remorse that tugged at the recesses of my fractured mind.
"Please, Killian, I'm sorry," her voice quivered with genuine remorse, piercing through the layers of my obsession like a dagger. "I didn't mean to... I didn't want to... Please, forgive me."
With a sinister grin etched upon my lips, I caressed her tear-stained cheek, relishing in the fear and desperation that emanated from her trembling form. "Oh, my sweet Ophelia," I whispered, my voice dripping with madness and obsession. "I forgive you, my dear. I know you didn't mean it. You were just upset, weren't you?"
Her eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of fear and confusion swirling within their depths. She couldn't comprehend the depths of my madness, the twisted web of obsession that bound me to her. But that didn't matter; all that mattered was that she remained within my grasp, a captive to my darkest desires.
As she stared up at me, her lips quivering with unspoken words, I felt a surge of triumph course through my veins. She was mine, body and soul, and nothing would ever tear her away from me. For in the twisted recesses of my fractured mind, she was not just a mere mortal; she was my salvation, my obsession, my everything.
And so, with a final caress of her cheek, I leaned in close, my lips brushing against hers in a macabre parody of affection. "You belong to me, Ophelia," I whispered, my voice laced with madness and possessiveness. "Forever and always."
As I lifted her fragile form into my arms, her tear-stained cheeks pressed against my chest, I couldn't help but revel in the intoxicating scent of her fear and despair. She trembled in my grasp, her sobs echoing through the dimly lit room, a symphony of anguish that fueled the fire of my obsession.
Carrying her with a possessive tenderness, I made my way to the bed, its satin sheets a stark contrast to the darkness that consumed my soul. Gently laying her down, I watched as her tears gradually subsided, replaced by the soft, rhythmic cadence of her breathing.
For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to bask in the tranquility of her slumber, her delicate features bathed in the pale moonlight that filtered through the curtains. It was a sight to behold, a moment of serenity amidst the chaos that defined our twisted bond.
But even as she slept, her presence haunted me, a constant reminder of the depths of my obsession. With each rise and fall of her chest, I felt the tendrils of madness tighten their grip around my heart, binding me to her in a web of darkness from which there was no escape.
And as the silence of the night enveloped us, I knew that she was mine, body and soul, forever trapped within the labyrinth of my fractured mind. For in the depths of my insanity, she was not just a mere mortal; she was my muse, my obsession, my everything. And no force in this world could ever tear her away from me.
"For you sake and everyone else's sake, you should never leave me. For I would kill everyone that stands in my way of loving you"
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