What happens when the ultimate thief stole something? Something precious the he can't resist? But still the very thing that he stole was the wrong one? Will he stole the one he's supposed to steal or will he let the first one to stay? ° "I believe you are mistaken." She said, her cheeks were puffy and dried with her tears. "I know that already!" He snapped. His blue eyes was filled with anger and disappointment. "Then, let me go." She pleaded. "That's the thing, Minx, I just can't." He lowered his height to be able to see to her brown orbs that seemed to be an enigma. "Bakit ako?" She asked, not daring to look at him. Because she knew if she did, she'll bend to his will. "Bakit nga ba, hindi ikaw?" His eyes softened. He quickly stood at the foot of the bed, where she was seated and gave her a kiss on her head. "Remember Minx, you might not be mine to take but you'll be mine to love." He said, walking out of her bedroom, actually his. "Please, pakawalan mo na ako." Her speaking in her mother tongue, was a bit deep which only feels like a rhapsody to him.