He is a fake clothed in light, and I am a monster living in dampness.
I tore his disguise apart, took hold of his handle, and pulled him into my ruins.
He hates me to the core, but he can only cry in my arms.
We bit each other, licked each other, and found wounds on each other's bodies that just matched.
Not redemption, not love.
They are the gentlest in the world - die together.
Food guide:
Unconventional love relationship, dark and twisted in both directions
The protagonist is not a kind person and has no moral integrity.
Involves control, violence, psychological dependence
No redemption, no cure, no guaranteed happy ending
Concept: Even bad people have bad moons.