Marinette was horrified at the sight she saw, her mouth gaping wide in distraught.

"Do you like it princess?" She heard his inky black voice drip dangerously behind her.

She stiffened. There he was. The monster that crept her worst nightmares. Chat Noir.

"Of course they're just common Parisians, but when I get my hands on ladybug." He spat in disgust. "I'll use her to paint your mural."

Marinette felt an icy chill run down her back. She was Ladybug.

How was he to react when the one thing he 'loved' was the creature he hated most? How was she supposed to defeat him when she was too scared to go against him?

There upon the brick wall was a horrifying site. The same as every other time.

That word splattered on the walls with those near her. He never took her family, she didn't know why but she didn't complain.

But her class… First it was Chloe… Then Nathaniel...Then Kim. Following them was Ivan, and Mylene. All those close to her, her classmates, her teachers, and now…. Her friends.

This time it was A-Alya and Nino. Her bright orange-red hair was stained in the crimson liquid.

Nino's cap was a few feet away from him, along with his headphones, destroyed and mangled

Marinette felt tears stream down her face. Vomit seized up in her throat.

"Do you like it?" He asked sincerely. How innocent he sounded broke her heart. What happened to this Kitten to make him such a monster?

"I-I love i-it Chat…" She whispered. She learned her lesson on voicing her fear before. In response he sighed happily and hugged her softly, almost afraid of breaking her.

"I'm happy Princess." That horrible word.

She never wanted to hear it again. But she couldn't help it.

Princess

The same word slathered on the walls. The same word painted in the blood of her friends.

The same liquid that stained her jacket now, that stained many shirts at home. She would scrub for hours on end, with different cleaners, damaging the material, even, of her most favourite shirts.

But even when spotless... She had the spots of each blood smear and mark engrained in her head. She would add her jacket to that heap of clothes to never touch again.

He gets very angry whenever she gets rid of a shirt because of the blood. He thinks it as her dismissing his affection.

She thinks of the three scratch scars on her arm. You don't want him to think that you're dismissing his affection..
She can't handle this... He's a monster... In all sense of the word...

But she couldn't help it. She loved him. She loved the beast...