My sinner in love

In a world where love is a subjective word look into the life and the minds of two people with ASPD (psychopaths).

Can psychopaths fall in love? Or can they only be obsessed with what they can gain?

Will their love last? Or will their world come crumbling to the ground around them?

Read and find out.

He is my perfect sinner, my love, I love him and use him, I hurt him and protect him. No one can hurt him but me, no one can hate him but me, he is mine to use and mine to love. His love is for no one but me and anyone who tries to take that away from me will live to regret it, or maybe they won't.

She is my perfect Love a sinner but perfect she is mine forever, to Hurt and to use, to torture and to protect, she is mine in every way and if anyone should ever touch her I would kill them, no one will ever touch her the way I can, hurt her in any way nor see her at all in the slightest the way I can see her the way I can look at her, where I can see and look.

For years I have watched her, from the first time I saw her smile and laugh and the time I saw her cry and saw her hurt I knew she was mine, no one else could have her, every time she laughs it would be because of me, every time she cry's it will be for me, no one else's, nothing else, just mine and mine alone. I watch her and protect her, she is mine to protect and mine to haunt, she is mine to love. She is mine.

For years there has been a shadow outside my window, every time I close my eyes and go to sleep I feel someone watching me, I feel the shiver from my window being open and the cold winter air coming through to me, I feel someone kiss my forehead and whisper my name but every time I open my eyes all that's left is a drawing of the sicanje, a symbol of protection and beauty. I am his.