All Chapters of Monster Can Love Too: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The bathroom felt hollow after they left.No shouts. No footsteps. Just the drip of water sliding off Noa’s jaw, hitting tile like a metronome counting down to something worse. The air was thick with what had been said, heavier still with what hadn’t. The steam clung like something alive, reluctant to fade, turning each exhale into a ghost that hovered too close to his face.Alessio hadn’t moved far. He sat on the closed lid of the sink cabinet, one arm looped over his knee, the other still lazily tracing the steam on the glass. His fingertip left winding trails, half-formed shapes that vanished almost as soon as they appeared. It was almost mocking, the way he didn’t rush to fill the silence. Predators never did. They let the silence settle like a net, then waited to see what flinched first.Noa gripped the edge of the counter. His knuckles stood out pale. His skin felt too thin, every breath scraping the back of his throat, dragging heat with it. The mirror still had that crack runn

The house wasn’t quiet anymore.It breathed. It creaked. It listened.Noa stood in the bedroom doorway, the towel slipping off his hips like even the walls were trying to strip him bare. The air clung to his skin, damp and heavy, the kind that made each breath feel like dragging smoke through a straw. Damien was still in front of him, shoulders squared, a shadow that smelled like rain and smoke like something that didn’t belong in a house but in the moment before a streetlight died. Alessio blocked the hall, blood drying at his knuckles in dark ridges, eyes flat enough to make glass crack without touching it. And behind them both Enzo.The man didn’t knock. Didn’t shout. Just leaned against the banister like it was his throne, one hand curled on the rail, the other loose at his side, as if even gravity wouldn’t dare pull on him too hard.“Didn’t I say,” Enzo murmured, voice low enough that the walls leaned closer, “one way or another?”Alessio turned first, not his whole body, just

The silence wasn’t safe.It sat in the room like another body, thick and heavy, thicker than the steam that still clung to the glass, heavier than the heat rolling off skin. It didn’t feel empty at all. It felt crowded, filled with all the things left unsaid, with all the breaths that no one wanted to take too loud, with all the threats hanging in the space between them.Noa’s skin prickled, every hair standing on edge. He felt Alessio’s arm around him solid, anchoring, warm enough to remind him that he wasn’t alone. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. Because across the room, Julian leaned against the wall like he owned it, head tilted back just a little, eyes sharp even in the dimness. And just beside him, Enzo lit another cigarette, the tiny flame breaking the dark for a second before smoke curled up, twisting toward the ceiling as if the air wasn’t already choking them all.The burn of tobacco mixed with the damp heat, made the air thicker, heavier, something you could almost chew

The glass hit the floor in a rain of shards.Not soft. Not scattered. It hit hard, sharp, like teeth spilling out of a broken mouth.The sound didn’t stop at the floor. It echoed, carried, bit its way into the corners of the room as if the walls themselves were bleeding with it. The shiver of it threaded through the air, piercing the silence that had hung too thick, too long.The shadow stepped through.Slow. Careful. Like the cuts didn’t matter, like the blood would be worth it. Each step seemed measured, deliberate, not careless but claiming, as though the mess of glass and ruin wasn’t a warning but a welcome.Noa’s chest clamped. His lungs seized before he even had the chance to draw a full breath. He pressed back against the wall before thought could catch him, shoulder blades digging into the cold tile so hard it burned. The tiles themselves felt alive, as if they pushed back against him, refusing to take the weight of his fear.Alessio moved first.Instinct. Fast. His arm shot a

The shot still echoed when silence fell like a hammer.The sound rolled through the room, rattling inside Noa’s skull until it felt like the walls themselves were breathing. His ears rang, shrill and relentless, drowning out even the shouts, the scrape of boots, the hiss of breath. The world narrowed into vibration and blood.His palms pressed into shards. The glass bit deep, sharp edges slicing across his skin. Warmth smeared under his hands, streaking the floor, but the pain barely broke through. It was distant. Hollow. Nothing compared to the scream locked inside his chest.Through the ringing, through the blur, Noa’s eyes caught movement one figure stumbling, collapsing. The thud shook the air out of the room, final, solid, undeniable.Julian.He dropped hard to one knee, the smirk that never seemed to leave his mouth finally torn away. His lips peeled back against pain, teeth bared like an animal cornered. One hand clutched his side. Blood seeped fast, soaking his shirt, running