Hers to Destroy

ABOUT
She hurt him.
Yet he always came back, willing to be hurt again.
She was wounded too-broken in places no eyes could see.
Healing her had become his most dangerous obsession.
But did she want healing?
No.
Because pain was the only truth that kept her grounded in this world.
He was supposed to be the monster.
Cold. Violent. Untouchable.
Yet every time she tried to destroy him, he looked at her as if she were the only reason he still breathed.
And the worst part?
A part of her liked it.
Liked the way he never feared her.
Liked the way his eyes softened even when her hands were cruel.
Liked the dangerous pull dragging them both toward ruin.
This was never a love story.
It was a story of obsession.
Of power.
Of hatred twisted into something far more terrifying.
Because sometimes, the line between wanting someone dead... and wanting them entirely becomes dangerously thin.