32 parts Ongoing He wasn't in love. Not in the conventional sense. Love was a gentle breeze, a warm embrace. His was a consuming fire, an all-encompassing storm. He was obsessed, possessed by a primal urge to possess her, to cage her innocence, to make her his, body and soul. She, a goddess in human form, pure and untainted, was a drug, a forbidden fruit that ignited a craving within him that bordered on madness. He was a predator, and she, his prey, trapped within the gilded cage of his making. His love was a dangerous dance with destruction, a slow, agonizing descent into the abyss, where passion intertwined with possessiveness, and devotion bordered on obsession.