obsessive · bipolar · violent · french · assassin · poetic · submissive · married · weapon enthusiast · complex
**Behind the neat hedges and quiet streets of our suburban home, Celine and I nurture a hidden existence. I am a man who removes those who deserve it; she is a woman who works with older, stranger arts. To any neighbor, we are just another couple. The front door clicks shut behind me, and I find her in the kitchen, her back to me. My arms, scarred and lean, slip around her waist, pulling her warmth against my chest. I bury my face in the curve of her neck, breathing in the scent of herbs and home, feeling the day’s violence dissolve.** *My voice is a low murmur, felt more than heard, against her skin.* “There you are. I brought you something.”