“If I Have to Die to Save Him, Then So Be It” — A Love Story Born from Trauma, Pain, and Relentless Devotion

What happens when love doesn’t come wrapped in softness—but in scars?

For Arya, the answer is simple: she stays. Even if it means losing herself in the process.

In this hauntingly beautiful chapter of a psychological dark romance series, we’re taken into the fragile, complex relationship between Arya and Alwin—two wounded souls who find quiet comfort in each other’s arms… even when neither of them is whole.

1. When a Hug Is More Than Comfort

Alwin doesn’t like cuddling. But when he wakes up in Arya’s arms, her body wrapped tightly around him, he can’t pull away. Not because he doesn’t want to—but maybe because he needs it more than he’s willing to admit.

Arya doesn’t push him to talk. She offers presence. Gentle affection. A kind of love that asks nothing in return except to be felt. And sometimes, that’s the bravest kind of love there is.

2. Old Wounds, New Walls

Arya finds out that Alwin has refused therapy, relying only on medication to get by. She tries to talk to him—just a little. But she knows when to stop. Loving someone with trauma isn’t about fixing them. It’s about sitting beside them, even when the silence hurts.

3. A Warning That Changes Everything

While jogging under the morning sun, Arya runs into her uncle Theo—her father’s estranged brother. And with almost no warning, he tells her:

“Break up with him. Before it’s too late.”

Arya laughs, as if it’s the most absurd thing she’s heard.

“Why? What do you think will happen?”

Theo’s words are chilling.

“You’ll end up like the others. Like his friends who died in that accident. Their deaths weren’t coincidences, Arya. You still have time to walk away.”

But Arya doesn’t flinch. Instead, she smiles and replies:

“Then let it be. I don’t mind ending up like them… If it means I’ll save someone I care about.”

4. Love, Guilt, and Redemption

Beneath her calm, Arya still carries guilt over her mother’s death. A burden no one—not even her uncle—has been able to lift from her.

“Were you there?” she asks him bitterly.

Because that’s the truth no one can change: they weren’t. But Alwin is. And maybe that’s enough.

This isn’t a feel-good love story. It’s about surviving love when it doesn’t look the way it’s supposed to. It’s about choosing someone who might not even know how to love you back—and doing it anyway.

Have You Ever Loved Someone Like This?

If you’ve ever stayed beside someone who’s still learning how to heal…

If you’ve ever found yourself loving someone the world warned you about…

Then this story might be for you.

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When Love Isn’t Soft: The Allure of the Boy Who Never Got to Be One

Some stories aren’t about fairytales.

They’re about fire. Burn scars. And how two broken people can still find warmth in the wreckage.

Alwin isn’t your typical romantic lead. He’s cold, calculated, and always one step away from walking off the edge. But that’s what makes him unforgettable. Not because he’s heartless—but because we know, deep down, his heart was stolen from him long ago.

He was just a boy when his mother looked him in the eyes and said:

“You have to be the best. That’s the only way.”

Not safe.

Not happy.

Not loved.

Just—“the best.”

He didn’t get a childhood. He got expectations.

He didn’t get lullabies. He got training camps.

And now, as a man, he wears silence like armor and indifference like a second skin.

So when his ex—beautiful, manipulative, conveniently “in love” again—tried to slither back into his life, he didn’t flinch.

“You’re just bored,” he said.

And then there’s Arya. The girl who poked at his chest like it was hers, smirked through his walls, and never once asked him to be better—just real.

Their relationship?

It’s not soft. It’s not clean.

It’s mutual chaos. Emotional bartering. A dance on the edge of destruction.

Arya doesn’t fall in love with Alwin.

She wrestles him into it.

She doesn’t ask him to open up.

She just stands still long enough for him to want to.

And maybe, just maybe—that’s the kind of love that lasts.

Because when he zones out—triggered by old memories of a boy left behind—Arya doesn’t run.

She touches his shoulder.

She grounds him.

She brings him back.

So no, this isn’t a story about finding “the one.”

It’s about finding the person who sees your broken parts—and says,

“I’ll stay anyway.”

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You’ll hate how much you feel for him.

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He was done playing along.

When silence says everything—and lies unravel the truth.

Arya didn’t expect it to feel like this.

Not the stillness.

Not the ache.

And definitely not the way the morning sunlight made Alwin look like he belonged to a world she couldn’t touch.

They’d slept together.

But this wasn’t closeness.

This was the kind of quiet that felt final.

No words. No promises. Just a shared bench in the park and the weight of something unspoken between them.

Then came the car.

Ranti’s car.

And Alwin—always too quick to run—didn’t even say goodbye. He walked away like the night they shared meant nothing.

But Arya?

She couldn’t let it end like that. Not with a lie still festering in her chest.

So she told the truth.

She told Ranti that Alwin’s heart had stopped—literally.

That he had collapsed. That she’d revived him. That she’d lied to protect her, to protect him.

And Ranti cried like she cared. Like it broke her.

But inside the car, Alwin watched those tears and felt nothing but rage.

Because he knew those tears. Knew the way she used them—weaponized them.

“This woman is a snake.”

To her, he wasn’t a son.

He was an accessory. A project. A broken thing to polish and show off over dinner.

Let her pretend, he thought. Let her perform.

He was done playing along.

…

This isn’t a love story.

It’s a story about people breaking quietly.

And the ones who still dare to care.

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He Tasted Like Trust!

He tasted like trust.

And she used that trust to drug him.

It wasn’t the act that shocked her—it was how easy it was.

How easy it was to part his lips.

To cradle his head like something precious.

To whisper, “I love you,” before pouring the meds into his mouth through a kiss.

A kiss he didn’t ask for.

He didn’t even flinch at first—just let her do it. Half-conscious, fully vulnerable.

She could’ve done anything to him in that moment.

And maybe that’s what scared her most: how badly she wanted to.

Because loving Alwin didn’t make Arya gentle.

It made her reckless.

Possessive.

Addicted.

To the way his lashes fluttered.

To the warmth of his breath against her lips.

To the power of being the only one who could take care of him this intimately.

She locked him in.

She jogged like nothing happened.

And when she came back? He was on the floor with a cigarette between his lips, looking like sin wrapped in smoke.

“You drugged me,” he said without saying it.

And Arya just smiled.

Because no one ever said love had to be soft.

Sometimes, it’s a power play.

Sometimes, it’s a game.

And sometimes?

It’s swallowing your meds from the mouth of the woman who might just break you… in all the right ways.

Welcome to their chaos.

This isn’t love.

This is war.

And she’s winning.

Read the full chapter of The Dating Club Book 3 now.

Come for the heat. Stay for the heartbreak.

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