When I first fell in love with that person, I was not perverted. I hated and hated everyone who came near her, I threatened them, and I looked at them with utterly gloomy eyes. I told them she was mine, mine alone. I love her, along with crazy possessiveness and jealousy.
Although I don't want the protagonist to be so brutally murdered, I'm already close to that. Fortunately, the one I love is not such a cold-blooded character, she just said, you are the most special person to me.
Soothed my crazy and depressed heart, and now it has been classified as calm. Just really grateful to her and willing to forgive my willfulness and monopoly. Just imagine if she treats me like the heroine, maybe I will develop to that point.
View more about The Roommate reviews
