Monster Can Love Too의 모든 챕터: 챕터 171 - 챕터 180

White.That was all Alessio saw.A burst of light violent, bleaching, burning into his skull. It wasn’t just bright; it was blinding, searing, the kind of flash that felt like it ripped the outline of reality apart. For a moment the world didn’t exist, only that scorching brightness swallowing everything in its path.Then the world snapped into black so complete it felt like drowning.Dark. Heavy. Suffocating.Like the air had been punched out of the room.Noa gasped somewhere to his right, a soft, broken inhale that cut straight through the darkness. Alessio reached blindly, every muscle wired, instincts firing like electricity through his spine, until his fingers brushed warm skin.He grabbed Noa’s wrist immediately, dragging him close, pulling him into his chest like he needed proof he was still there.“Noa. Talk.”His voice came out harsher than planned, thick with adrenaline and fear.“I’m here,” Noa whispered, breath trembling against his shoulder. The subtle shake in his voice

The moment Alessio slammed the bathroom door behind them, Noa didn’t even wait for the lock to click. He pushed Alessio back against the cold tiled wall, breath unsteady, shirt half torn from what had happened downstairs. His fingers dug into Alessio’s sides like he needed something to hold onto before he fell apart. His pupils were blown wide, like he was still coming down from the shock of the third flash no, more like he was holding back a wave of something bigger, darker, something that didn’t belong in any normal human reaction. His whole chest rose and fell too fast, too shallow, like he was breathing borrowed air.Water dripped from the busted shower pipe overhead, slow and rhythmic, pinging against the floor like a countdown neither of them understood yet. Each drop echoed strangely, like the room had grown deeper, or hollowed out, or was waiting for something terrible to answer it back.Alessio finally spoke, voice low, steady, the kind of steady that came from forcing calm h

Alessio didn’t breathe.He couldn’t.The hallway air felt too thin, the world tilting, the floor swaying like the mansion itself had shifted under his feet. It felt like gravity had loosened its grip on him entirely, leaving him weightless but sinking at the same time, as if panic itself had hands wrapped around his spine and was dragging him under.Noa, the one trembling in his arms, just said it.“He’s not the copy. I am.”And for one second the universe paused.Actually paused.Like someone hit a cosmic “freeze frame” button. Even the dust in the air seemed to stop mid-float.Then the second Noa, the calm one standing across the room, tilted his head like he already expected the confession.Like he’d been waiting for it.Like the entire script finally caught up to him.“Thank you,” the calm Noa whispered softly. “Finally.”Alessio’s heartbeat free-falls.Straight through the floor, straight through the foundations, straight into hell.His grip tightened around the trembling Noa ins

Alessio didn’t feel the cold.Didn’t feel the pavement under his shoes. Didn’t feel the sting in his lungs or the burning in his calves as he sprinted down the street. His breath tore out of him in sharp bursts, every inhale scraping his throat, every exhale tasting like metal and panic. But none of that registered. All he could see was the picture on his phone Noa’s face lit by the dim hallway light, wide eyes staring into the camera like he didn’t even know someone was watching.Or maybe he did.Maybe he felt someone standing close enough behind him that their shadow fell across his back. Someone close enough to capture him in the most vulnerable second imaginable. Noa hadn’t even fixed his shirt. His hair was still messed up from where Alessio’s fingers had been in it just minutes earlier.Ten minutes earlier.The timestamp dug into Alessio’s mind like a nail driven straight between his ribs.Ten minutes ago.Ten.That meant someone had been inside the house while Noa was in his ar

The world didn’t breathe with him.For a moment, Alessio wasn’t sure if the ringing in his ears was from the gunshot echo, the shouting, or the way his heart slammed mercilessly against his ribs as he crashed through the broken service corridor door. Dust exploded around him as concrete fragments rolled across the floor, skittering like tiny bones. His vision blurred panic, adrenaline, grief, everything mixing in a way that felt poisonous. His lungs couldn’t decide if they wanted to choke or scream.He didn’t care.He only saw Noa.Pressed against the wall.Hands held behind him.A figure standing too close.Too familiar.The “second man.”The shadow that had stalked them through cities, hallways, forests, phones, and nightmares. A ghost wearing skin. The presence that kept appearing at the edges of surveillance footage, behind half-open doors, reflected in mirrors. The person who had trailed them like something feral with a purpose.A man whose face Alessio hadn’t seen until now.Noa