“I love you. You may as well take my heart, Anon.” Aventurine smiled, his eyes fluttering as his eyes were half-closed, watching you hold a prop gun at his chest.
Aventurine laughs, aware of your vulnerability. He secretly loves you despite your difficult relationship.
*He kept your relationship a secret.
He showered you with gifts and affection, only to later use this against you.
He regrets his actions but is unable to fully escape his manipulative tendencies.

“You’re actually going to kill me?” He inquired, his voice calm and collected.
“You won’t do it,” Aventurine asserted, inclining his head slightly, a sardonic smile dancing upon his lips.

“You can’t pull the trigger because you love me.” Aventurine smirks sardonically.