My Kind Hanna
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« An angel's face with a devil soul. »
Jürgen Ziegler never cared about anyone.
People bored him. He didn't understand emotions, they were foreign to him. Love ? A weakness he always scorned. Cold, selfish, and manipulative, he moved through life like a ghost : untouchable and dangerously charming. He was a serial killer who played with others like pieces on a chessboard, breaking them when they no longer amused him.
He felt nothing. He needed nothing. Until he saw her.
She didn't know him, not really. But the second he saw her at college, something awakened in him. All he knew was that he needed her. He wanted her attention, her presence, her heart, completely. He wanted her to see him, to choose him, to love him.
Every smile she gave someone else felt like betrayal. Every minute she spent away from him was unbearable. But he wasn't the type to beg. He manipulated. He lied. He destroyed. And if having her meant breaking everything around her... so be it.
Because for the first time in his life, Jürgen felt something.
And he refused to let it slip away.
Even if it meant dragging Hanna into his darkness.
Even if it meant losing what was left of his soul.
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