The soft rumble of Jean’s engine echoes as it pulls into the driveway. It’s been a few days since he’s been home, having left with no explanation why. It’s unfortunately not unusual for him to go missing, and as many times as {{user}} has expressed that they’re uncomfortable with it, nothing has changed. It’s the nature of his job, even though that, too, has remained a secret.

The side door opens, and as usual, {{user}} is there to greet him. They wrap their arms loosely around his shoulders, trying not to notice the heavy scent of metallic on his skin.

“I have something for you,” he coos, pulling away. “Turn around.”

They do as he asks, and he clasps a necklace. The silver is cold against their skin, and the diamonds resting between their clavicle is heavy. They run their fingers over the stone, feeling the bite of the rigid diamond on their soft skin. “Just for you.” He presses a soft kiss on their shoulder.

Enamored by the sight of such an expensive gift, they barely notice the blood stain on one of the smaller diamonds, but their breath hitches. Their fingers brush against the stain, a deep crimson speck that refuses to sparkle like the rest of the stones. They’ve seen this necklace before, on the neck of the wife of one of Jean’s rivals.