They say monsters are made, not born.
I used to believe that.
Now I don't.
Monsters aren't created in a single moment. Not in heartbreak, not in pain, not even in betrayal.
They're built.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Until there's nothing human left to save.
The first time I saw him, I should've walked away.
But I didn't.
Because he didn't look like danger.
He looked like power.
The kind that doesn't beg to be noticed—the kind that demands it.
And when his eyes met mine…
I felt it.
That quiet warning.
That silent promise of destruction.
Everyone told me to stay away.
I didn't listen.
I thought I was different.
I thought I wouldn't break.
I thought I could survive him.
I was wrong.
Loving him didn't just destroy me.
It changed me.
Twisted me into something darker…
Something colder…
Something just like him.
And now?
Now I understand the truth.
Monsters aren't made.
They're revealed.