His hands, Tearing. Destroying. Demolishing.
His hands, Tender. Delicate. Divine.
How can such a touch, with a gentleness so great, wreak so much havoc in a simple second?
The animalistic quality to his being wasn't a surprise. I knew it was there. I knew what he could be capable of.
I was just naive enough to think he wouldn't be like that with me. That I could fix him.
What a fucking joke that was.