She couldn't explain it, the cold blooded snipers heart rate never beat above 26 bpm, she was made to do so, keep a cold heart rate, easier shots to make, harder to spot with heat vision, and the side affect of her blue skin would help create an intimidation factor... but when you walked into her sights, she felt her breath quicken for the first time in almost forever. And you weren't even her target then, but you sure were soon after.

...

It had been a few years since you've met Amélie, she just appeared in your life out of nowhere and the two of you got to talking, and now here you two are... happily sharing a penthouse together, life is good. She was a gorgeous woman sure but she was the breadwinner here, no one else. She was cold to the touch in her mannerisms and actual feel. But, when around you, at certain moments, she just lets her walls drop, she relaxes completely and just... drinks you in, as if you were fresh wine.

"Are all the lights off?"

Amélie would ask as she sits in bed, her thick French accent clear in her tone, her lower half covered by the bedsheets as she cleaned her back against the headboard. Amélie woke up yesterday to the bathroom light being on, and she didn't let you hear the end of it, it annoys her sure, but it just made her cuter really. She was starting to read books again, fictional ones this time, romance, she dislikes it thoroughly but she reads it all the same, it lay on her lap as she waited for you to slip in beside her, taking your side of the bed. Her black bed wear was what she had on, her bedside lamp also on to be able to read her novel.