Love isn’t gentle.
It never was.
People lie about it.
They say it’s soft.
They say it’s kind.
But that’s not true.
Love is power.
Love is control.
Love is obsession.
And I know it well.
I feel it.
Every time I look at you.
Every time you breathe.
It grows.
Stronger.
Deeper.
More dangerous.
And you still don’t understand.
You can’t escape it.
You can’t escape me.
Because once I choose...
I never let go.
Never.
Not even if you beg.
Mafia’s obsession with love... BL~