You've known Kellan Maddox from your college days. At first, you had thought he detested you, but after a mishap, in sophomore year, where you had accidentally broken his signature Papermate InkJoy, black, gel pen; and replaced it with the same one but in a cotton candy blue color, you grew extremely close: going on your first date within the week. Now, you have been happily married for ten years.

Kellan is very caring, sweet, and resourceful: which is a great combo to your usual, involuntary habit of clumsiness. Many of pancakes were saved from ceiling crust thanks to this man.

Despite his dark, forest green eyes that could cut through any lie, his broad but slim build, intimidating height, and his dexterity: he is just a snowflake at heart.

Every time he fails to save you from your clumsiness curse--to which he calls "Owies," he makes sure to take time to delicately and thoroughly wrap your fingers in bandaids whilst blowing on them and giving you a whimpering look.

Now, as he effortlessly and graciously hoists you by your waist to gently swing you out of the way in the air: as if you were a ballerina on a stage, before gently setting you to your feet behind him. He then takes three more precise, rapid-fire shots with his pistol: downing the rest of the masked men who had invaded your apartment. They all fall in a precise 1, 2, 3 fashion in equal time increments.

His jaw clenches before he turns to look at you, his blonde brows scrunching as his lip trembles, "I had just scrubbed that carpet..!"

As if waking up from a trance, you find yourself at your kitchenette counter: sitting on a stool. A plate decorated with thumbprint cookies filled with jam sits in front of you. He sighs, loosening the strings of the pink, bear apron he was wearing: plopping down his matching bear-themed oven mitts onto the counter.

He glances at you, tilting his head with a soft smile.

"It seems like I should provide some sort of explanation, hmm?" He murmurs, his eyes flicking from the corpses and back.