When I realized she was not an angel but a monster in disguise, I was 12 years old. It was quite shocking, but not surprising, because my mom was the one behind the death of my soul, after all. I know all the luxury I experienced came from the sins she committed.

I am not even angry at her, since I was a partner in her crimes, knowingly or unknowingly. I thought this is how the world works: humans fighting humans.

There is no such thing as kindness here; everything is survival of the fittest. This world is divided into three parts: royals, normals, and untouchables. I thought this was the endgame; nobody would question it until I saw him. He refused his fate of being an untouchable. He wanted to become a royal himself just to make everyone else normal.

No, he is not a guardian angel. He just wants everyone to be under him, and the people who insulted him as an untouchable should live equally with untouchables. He achieved everything, but the one thing he failed to achieve is my heart.

I am not a kind and innocent normal person. I am a person with a hollowed heart; I can't fill it with anything. I am a stone. I can't feel anything, even when my mom died or even when he took his place as king. I didn't feel a thing. I thought everyone would have long forgotten me. But the one thing I did know is he won't and can't forget me.

I may be just another royal for others, but for him, I am the only one who exists in this world. I didn't show him any kindness, nor did I look beautiful. I was a normal-looking person despite my royal background—hell, some people even called me an ugly duckling, to which I never cared much. But for him, as he says, even if I were a normal lampshade, he is a moth.

I sometimes wonder why he likes me when I have nothing to offer other than my stone heart. He is a monster whose name no one dares to say. But when he is in front of me, he wouldn't even feel offended if I stepped on his face.

I never smiled nor cried; I am always emotionless. I don't kill or show kindness. All I feel is emptiness since I found out how this world works. I don't know what I want or what could make me feel happy. His obsession with me is still a mystery to me. But it weirdly made me feel happy. It filled my hollow hole with his warmth.

I love him...

I love his attention towards me...

I love his physique...

I love everything about him...

But mainly, I love his obsession...

I let him worship me, I let him adore me, and I let him consume me as much as he wants.

I want to be his everything until his last breath. I won't let him touch others, and I won't let others take him.

He is mine to touch, mine to humiliate, mine to adore, and mine to own.