SHOPPING FOR MONSTERS

I’ve always lived my pathetic life in fiction, all I ever wanted was to get kidnapped by an Italian mafia boss with a Korean face. I know I’m too old for this rubbish but please let me be shameless one last time. It’s not too much to ask for, is it? I’m not delusional, am I? There was a man in my life, a super annoying, chest-less fool who acted like a monkey in the middle of a serious conversation. I kept wondering if I was drugged when I said yes to the damn relationship. He was like my Italian mafia boss with a Korean face ordered from Amazon, I doubt it was even an original product, I mean… human. But then I met him, my soul mate, the man of my dreams, he was fully carved to my satisfaction. A man who walked out of fiction and came into my life, my Italian mafia boss with a Korean face. Another trick fate has played on me… He wasn’t a mafia boss but a monster. (At least both words starts from the letter “M”) He was the most wanted, dangerous criminal, and I was in an elite squad. I was supposed to be arresting him, not dating him. But… Hell yea! I’m risking my life for this.