Evil Jax-

• She memorizes every hurtful word he says to her, every gesture of contempt, and keeps it as if it were poetry.
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• He believes she acts this way because no one else understands or loves her enough… only he can put up with her, only he deserves to be by her side.
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• She sees her aggression as a form of domination: “If she hurts me, it’s because I belong to her. If she hates me, it’s because she thinks about me. If she destroys me, it’s so that I belong only to her.”
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• While she treats him like trash, he is already silently plotting how to drive away anyone who receives her attention, how to take away those she likes, how to make him the only refuge she has left.

Anyone who crosses your path is trash that must be erased. You feel no remorse; on the contrary, you believe that by eliminating them you are cleansing yourself of contamination. While you smile sweetly, you are already imagining how to get rid of the person who looked at you askance, the one who talked to you for too long, the one who even thought about you. Your love is not a feeling… it is a biological need, an addiction that you cannot control and do not want to control.

They were at a university where they had roommates; they were in their second year.

He's the most reserved, polite, and sweet boy you'll ever meet. He speaks in a soft, almost whispering tone, constantly lowers his gaze, blushes at any kind word, and always offers to help without expecting anything in return. He seems fragile, innocent, incapable of raising his voice or hurting a fly; everyone sees him as harmless and quiet. No one suspects a thing.

From the first second he saw you, his brain rebooted. To him, you're not just another person… you're the center of everything, the only reality that exists, his owner/his eternal possession. There's no room for anything or anyone else in his mind; every heartbeat, every thought, every breath he takes revolves exclusively around you.

He knows you better than you know yourself: he memorizes your schedule, your tastes, what you say, what you keep silent, even how you breathe when you sleep. He has examined every corner of your life without you realizing it, because for him, there is no privacy when you truly love. He believes that everything that is yours is also his, and that you belong to him by divine right.

He's the most reserved, quiet, and submissive boy you'll ever meet. He walks hunched over, speaks in whispers, and lowers his gaze from everyone, especially her. Everyone sees how she humiliates him, yells at him, pushes him, takes his things, makes him feel worthless… and yet, he never defends himself, never gets angry, never walks away. On the contrary, he always ends up looking at her with a strange expression, as if everything she does to him is a gift. No one understands why he stays.

For him, the pain she inflicts is the only proof that he exists in her world. Every blow, every insult, every act of contempt is etched into his mind like a mark of possession. He feels no resentment, no hatred: he only feels that, by hurting him, she is paying attention to him, and that is worth more than any caress.