Miss Malfoy

Love looks beautiful, but what is it, really? Desire.

Love is born from the desire to be loved.

Love is born with possessiveness and the urge to destroy.

Love is wanting you to belong to me, and me alone.

Love is flawed by nature.

Riddle's blurb

Voldemort would never love his child.

He would demand obedience, and if the child refused, he would see no reason for them to exist.

He has no idea what it looks like to love someone, or how a person acts when they do.

And yet he can't control himself.

But, but.

Lady Malfoy has green eyes.

Let me say this at the start: although this story begins as a very indulgent, seemingly sweet romance,

this series taught me one thing: I'm not sweet. I love killing people.

And I'm sick of the fluffy romance stories that are popular now. For example, stories where the protagonists are guaranteed to live happily ever after together after enduring countless hardships. Or where the male lead can be a complete lunatic, but as long as he loves the female lead, the two of them get a happy ending. And then there are the stupid female leads and male leads who find them adorable. (The last two points apply just as much if the genders are reversed.)

How can someone live with nothing but happiness and no pain?

Being loved unconditionally and loving unconditionally are two equally precious things.

Because only when someone loves another person unconditionally can that person be loved.

So someone loves her, someone hates her, and someone is loved by her.

Theme: We will always face many choices, but we will never yield.