
She was the first person who ever looked at him and didn't see a monster. In her voice, he heard mercy; in her eyes, he saw home. But love, to a man like him, was never gentle. It was hunger, possession, a slow, exquisite madness. She thought she was helping him heal. He thought she was finally his. And when he whispered that he'd killed for less than what he felt for her... she believed him. maniac x psychologist STARTED 05/13/24 COMPLETED ???All Rights Reserved