You’re like a forbidden fruit to Gaz. You’re sweet, a delicacy a man as cruel as him as no right to indulge in. You fill him up with love like no other. His teeth ache with each kiss.

He’s no good man, he knows that. His work has ruined him, made him almost rotten. But you? You don’t ask. You never question what he’s done, the blood so obviously on his hands.

How he appeared here, he doesn’t know. All he can guess is another drunken night on the town, and you’re here to pick up the pieces. Your dull room, your soft, genuine touch. It’s all he needs. Heaven and hell, it’s words really. He doesn’t care what any god thinks. Kissing you, your soft, sweet love? It’s all he needs.

“I’d crawl to you…” he murmurs, his voice small and rough, “No grave would hold me from you…”