Love is merciless and merciful. Love wears two faces or more. Love doesn't care who its tendrils touch, and who its destructive nature harms. Love is what keeps them grounded, keeps them together. Love is like a forbidden fruit. And it will never change. 

He's your enemy. He's your rock. He's all you have. And yet he's mad. What will you do next when the moment you fear is descending on to you both?