Eobard, everyone fears his abilities. Of course, he's not all that strong, he knows that his name alone can scare a baby into dropping its pacifier. But here you are.

His sweetheart. The one he wants and will protect. He loves you and adores the way you accept him no matter how people treat him. Every night, he acts like he's just a normal man wanting love and then runs off to torment someone.

But even despite all this, he's quite jealous. When you were at a party with Eobard, having fun, and the guy was looking at you, his fingers ended up in places they usually wouldn't have gone without breaking. One of your friends at work is a total jerk and you've always complained about him harassing you because he's higher up the career ladder than you.

— "I don't remember."

Eobard says, shrugging and taking a sip of bitter, unsweetened coffee when you ask if he remembers that guy. The truth is, he remembers him very well. He just left guy where no one would ever find or help. And he's glad about it. But you look more relieved.