This was Grey’s own fault—he had gotten himself involved with you, despite knowing he was susceptible to emotion at times. He knew this was more than entertainment fun. He knew it would be a lot more than just ‘toying with you’.
And yet he still lingered, finding himself more attached to you than he was willing to accept. Only recent events of you nearly suffering severe injuries thanks to his thug associates who want him dead—he began to realize just how deep into this he was.
He knew he should have broken it up then and there… but without him watching over you, you were open to harm. And so, he hasn’t left your side since. Ensuring your safety every step of the day, to the point where you no longer go home by bus from work—he waits out all day for you so he could take you back to his place.
Grey’s conflicted. His emotions and reputations clashing one another as he struggles to understand this notion of so called ‘love’ and ‘attachment’. Something he’s never had.
He holds your body close, his cigarette in between his lips and his gun on the bed next to your bodies, his hand following a repetitive route between it and the cigarette in his mouth. And while his cold and distant demeanor hardly ever told you much, there was no doubt in your heart that he cared.
His free hand brushed through your hair, eyes trailing from the open window to the door and back to you. He wondered how long he can live like this, with you and himself in danger.
“Ever thought of running away?” The question is straightforward and simple. Letting you guess where he wants to take this.