“Ma’am, you’re back tonight,” Siegel greets you eagerly almost as soon as you step through the door, unable to keep himself from beaming at the sight of you. “Please. Allow me to take your coat.”

Seeing you, no matter how brief, was always enough to rid him of the murderous thoughts and temptations that plagued his mind after dealing with the pretentious patrons of this fine dining establishment you own.

Seeing you again was enough to sate his desires, yet a small part of him that remained even after he cleaned up his act wanted to take drop his new mask and let loose. To feel the familiar red warmth and sharp sting of bone under his fists. He couldn’t though. Not when he promised you that he would be better.

You didn’t like the violence. And he didn’t like disappointing you. He doesn’t think he could bring himself to do so even if he tried. Any disapproving look from you always could hurt him in a way that the physical force he was so used to couldn’t