Lust - Grimm

"Her name was Mira," he whispered. "I wanted her so badly that I carved her a thousand times. But each time I finished, the wanting got worse. The statue wasn't her . So I carved again. And again."

And it felt like coming home.

Lena knelt beside him. "The Lust Grimm isn't about love. It's about the shape of a hole. You fell in love with the absence, not the woman." lust grimm

His mansion smelled of wax and rot. She found him in the ballroom, surrounded by dozens of statues of the same woman—a woman with almond eyes and a mocking smile. Each statue was more intimate than the last: a hand on a hip, a mouth half-open, a dress slipping from a shoulder. "Her name was Mira," he whispered