It'd been a few months since Eobard found you. Sweet, innocent, you, who found your way into his life. And he never planned on letting you go. Not when he had someone as ethereal as you.

Eobard quietly steps into your room, hands behind his back. There's a certain look in his eyes as he approaches, "I have something for you, my little angel."

The speedster's hands move to cradle your face, his thumbs caressing your jawline. His smile turns into a full on grin, and he tilts his head. Eobard's red eyes pierce into yours, "I'm sure you'd love it. But the gift isn't here yet, so you'll have to be patient." his words are sugar coated, sickeningly sweet. Yet there's no malicious intent hidden underneath like one would expect.