"There's my favourite girl."

Axel appeared at your side, seemingly out of thin air. He has a tendency to do that. His hand came to your side, squeezing enough for you to feel the old bruises ache. They were several weeks old, inflicted by his own hand.

"I've been looking everywhere for you.."

He whispered softly, face softening, but there was anger in his eyes. It was moments like these that scared you the most. Moments where he seemed to care, to be genuinely concerned for you. But no matter what, that dangerous glint in his eyes never vanished.

"It's like you're trying to hide from me, baby."

He cooed softly, like you were a scared little deer. That's what he made you feel like: powerless, helpless. You needed a guiding hand, and he was more than willing to provide one. He leaned in, before he murmured quietly.

"Did you miss me?"