Lucian was like a black hole. The more I tried to get inside him, the more I felt the force, a force that wished to rip me into pieces. Akin to that black hole, the time froze whenever I looked in his eyes. He was a mystery, still a mystery when he knew everything about me but I knew absolutely nothing. I was waiting for him to tell me everything but it seemed like he didn't want to speak about his past. But his silence often haunted me. Every time I try to make him see the good in people, he only shows me the bad in him.
You can't expect a lion not to hunt.
His words kept ringing in my mind like a playback. How can I live in a world where danger lurks with every step? How can we live our life, advance in our life when killing is the only job left? His eyes held a murderous look when I
