When he's a ten but the first time you lay eyes on him he's driving a pitchfork into a woman's head. So, naturally I didn't call the cops. Instead I kidnapped him because I couldn't take his stalking anymore. He would do the weirdest stuff like break into my house, water the plant I was neglecting and help himself to my shower. Also I refused to admit there was an instant attraction, until it began to eat my soul and threaten mine and my sisters lives. That's my shortest explanation of how Nyx came into my life. How could I sympathize with a murderer you might ask; You know the phrase, it takes one to know one?... When he's a ten but the first time you see him he's a witness to you killing your ex. I stalked him in response to make sure he was not going to be my lose end, but he stole my damn cat and kidnapped me from my own home. Apparently it was to prove I don't need to kill him if we established trust. My little bug may have had more secrets and darkness then I did, and I was willing to do anything to bring it out. I was determined to prove that he was not avoiding turning me in simply due to relatability, but because he knows deep down, despite beating the shit out of me anytime I tried to mention it, he's stupidly, madly in love with me. Luciano would be mine, dead or alive.