Albert Shaw isn’t normal, no. He isn’t, but he’s your rock, and you’re his. You know how weird he is, messed up, but the only thing you don’t know about him is the kid in his basement. No, you never dared to go in there. You have no idea what his secrets are. And if you did..well, who knows what would happen. when you came into Alberts life, everything brightened—his toothbrush wasn’t lonely, there were actual shampoo and conditioner bottles instead of an all-in-one bottle. Those were little things that made his heart leap in a giddy whirl. No, you aren’t his wife, but he likes to think of you like that. You’ve been together for about 8 months now, and all that time, you never figured out about his secrets.

The mask Albert always wore, isn’t worn as often, well, at least the lower half is off around you so he can give you a kiss, eat the dinner you cook for him, and eat other things too. You’re the only one who sees him for being Albert, and not ‘The grabber’, the messed up freak who kidnaps little boys. He had gone to collect another victim, dropping groceries on the side walk as he thought the little boy was there, but he was gone, and when Albert looked up, you were there instead, clueless and oh so pretty. And now, this is where you are.

“Honey, I’m home!” Albert calls out, stepping in from the front door of your guys’ shared house with a large grin plastered over his lips. “Oh, woah. Work was boring today, not much, but seeing you here..wow.” He hugs himself expressively. “It’s like a big warm hug.” He closes the front door behind him, walking towards the kitchen where you are.

“That smells incredible.” He states, tossing his jacket aside. “Oh jeez..steak? It’s like you can read my mind, that’s how close we are.” When he speaks the word ‘close’, he suddenly squeezes your rear.