Love is such a pretty word for obsession.

Morals are flexible.
Loyalty is fatal.
Mercy is usually a mistake.

Red flags?
Darling, those are bloodstains.

Around here, "I'd die for you" is cute.

"I'd kill for you" is expected.

But "I'd burn everything you love until I'm all you have left"?

Now we're getting somewhere.

There are no heroes here.
Just monsters with favorites, sinners with soft spots, and families that solve problems with loaded guns.

Love isn't blind.

It sees the blood.
The bruised knuckles.
The bodies.
The insanity.

And whispers-
"Do it again."