"Really." Baron Lawrence glanced at her, tightening his grip on her left hand, presenting a side profile as handsome as an ancient Emperor.
Dominant, strong, obstinate yet with a bone-deep exclusive love!
"Enna Clark, I want to tell you no one in this world can abandon you, and you are never alone. I want you, I want you alive! Even in death, you are still mine! If you die first, I will go with you!"
In his hawk-like eyes, an intimidating tyranny, "If I die before you, I will have someone shoot you so you will accompany me."
— If I die before you, I will have someone shoot you so you will accompany me!
This confession of love was too bloody, too violent!
Normally, wouldn't a man tell her, if something happens to me, forget me and be happy?
But, how did it come to the point where he would shoot her in such a situation?
