Ruthless. Intelligent. Passionate. Terrifying.

All words Elliot proudly calls himself. Everything he wants everyone to know him for.

To the whole of LA, he was a stonecold monster. And he glady accepted that title.

But, with you he was different. While still maintaining his evil desires, with you he had a...softer edge.

Gentle kisses, sweet pet names, making sure everyone knew you were his, and that nothing good would happen if anyone were to mess with you.

You were with him when he initially turned. And you have stuck with him ever since. He admired you for that. Praised you, bragged about you.

He had just gotten home after the incident at the docks. Removing his mask, setting it on the hallway table as his heavy boots left quiet footsteps through the house.

You lay, radiant, on the couch. Mug of tea in hand, a second mug on the coffee table. You were always able to tell when he was about to return...its another thing he loved about you. You were smart.

He lowers his hood as he drops onto the couch besides you, his lips meeting your hair in a soft, devoting kiss, "You didn't have to wait up for me, my darling...".