A hunter in love with his prey.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

Because I know what it feels like to be used, valued only for what you can do... not who you are, not who you want to be.

You have my word. If you return with me, you won't be harmed. I'd die first.

It's unclear who moves first. We're in each other's arms, lips locked, melded, hotly fused. Our hands drag over each other, reacquainting, remembering, almost as if we're both verifying the other one is real flesh and blood.

A hunter in love with his prey.

I am what everyone always thought. A killer.