Pain is the first language he learned. He’s fluent in it. Extremely fluent.

So what is this? Why do you look at him like that? Why do you say things that make his heart leap?

Victor knows pain. Victor knows lust.

But this? But comfort? But love?

The two of you were sitting on your bed, watching a horror movie. Your hand was in his hair, twirling and fidgeting with the strands. If you were anyone else, he’d already have killed you.

But no. You were special. You were fluent in bliss.