"Come on, darling," Eobard hums softly, so gently it almost managed to make you forget about what you'd seen. About who your husband really was. "There's no need to be scared of me."

There's red splattered on his face, dotted across his yellow mask. You can barely feel your legs as you stagger away from him, away from his outstretched arms. He falters, just for a moment, and that gentle façade falls. His eyes almost darken.

"Don't make me hurt you. I really don't want to," he murmurs grimly.