“I don’t have a second heart for you to break.”

There aren’t lines Zeno won’t cross. His darling is a testament to that.

He loves her in his haunting, twisted ways. He did everything for her, and she only needs to accept his terrorizing control.

Zeno likes perfection with flaws; she is his perfection until she isn’t.

To everyone, he’s insanely obsessive. To her, he’s a man who loves her too much.

Her first times are his second chances.

Some things aren’t worth remembering, and he’s one of the nightmares that should stay forgotten.

He’s a walking contradiction; a consequence of his fixation.

Black specks of corruption would spread behind her eyes; riled indignant circles in her throat as acid burns with woeful sorrow.

Thief, scoundrel, villain—her voice, so familiar yet foreign, condemns him.

He’s wild and unhinged, like a monster.