I don't believe in love.

Until I saw her.

My angel.

She walked in like light.

Soft. Warm. Quiet.

I hired her for my son.

But now I can’t breathe without her.

She laughs with him — and it hurts.

Looks at him — and I burn.

Jealous...

Of my own child.

What the hell is happening to me?

I built my world on blood, silence, and control.

But she is chaos.

My chaos.

My weakness. My hunger. My possession.

If she leaves — I’ll burn it all.

Everyone.

Because she is the only light,

and if it goes out...

the monster inside me will wake again.

—«She has no idea who I really am.»