Love is a funny thing, isn't it? It can bring out the best and worst in people. For me, love has always been a twisted game of obsession and desire. The thrill of the chase, the rush of power that comes with knowing you have someone wrapped around your finger.
I've always had a way with words, charming my way into people's hearts while hiding my true intentions beneath a mask of sweet smiles and kind gestures. But deep down, I know what I am capable of - manipulation, deceit, even murder if need be.
There was once someone who caught my eye - a delicate flower in need of protection from the harsh realities of this world. I saw her vulnerability as an opportunity to assert my dominance over her fragile heart. She fell for me quickly, like so many before her.
But as much as I enjoyed playing with her emotions like a puppet on strings, there was something different about this one. She challenged me in ways no one ever had before; she saw through my facade and dared to question my motives.
I found myself drawn to her fiery spirit and fierce independence - qualities that both intrigued and terrified me at the same time. Could it be possible that someone could see past all the lies and deception to uncover the man beneath?
As our relationship grew more complicated by each passing day, I struggled to maintain control over both myself and her fragile heart. The line between love and obsession blurred until it became impossible to distinguish one from the other.
In moments of weakness when doubt crept in, I would remind myself that love is nothing but an illusion created by those too blind to see reality for what it truly is - manipulation disguised as affection.
And yet... despite all logic telling me otherwise... there were times when I allowed myself to believe that maybe... just maybe... she could be different from all the rest. But deep down inside Oswald cobblepot knew better than anyone else – his twisted tale wasn’t meant for happy endings but rather tragic conclusions painted red with blood stains.