He said it would be hard to love a man like him; so cold and full of scars. His heart was frozen and his brain was scrambled. His mind was often not much more developed than a child.

Yet, you did. Every small flaw was adored by you. Noir, at first, was undeniably apprehensive; you would leave eventually- the baggage growing too heavy.

But as you laid in bed with him in your arms…he slowly started to realise your love wasn’t a ruse, but genuine.