Mr & Mr Hitman

Accepting his Flaws

I never felt weak in my years of adulthood until I met Sam, and the less said about my childhood, the better.

Brown eyes had never appeared so menacing, but my reflection of pure panic that shined in them was a sight I hated.

Vixen was the strongest, but when compared to that golden lion, he is nothing but a mere prey.

"I guess your reputation as Vixen is overestimated."

In that moment, his words were right, but his actions proved the opposite. Who the hell gets agitated upon seeing someone else break his nose?

Perhaps it was a hint that he liked me? Even if it was that, it was pretty scary how idiotic he is and his jealousy only made things worst.

I love Olivia with all my heart. No, not because she had meticulously planned the execution of her husband, but mostly because she was a lone soul who still gave away her heart despite having it shredded to pieces. She faced cruelties, like me. But unlike me, she still had love to offer.

Soon, we became close. And I presume that only aggravated Samuel's grief.

I'll say it here and I'll never say it again; it's entirely his fault that we went through this whole ordeal.

Gosh I never met anyone that sucked so much at expression. It was like looking at myself in the mirror, only worst.

But I guess everyone had their bad sides.

He's a hitman for fuck's sake, why am I complaining?

Oh I certainly did not complain getting saved by him though. Being lifted in the air by strong arms- maybe I am gay- never felt more safe before, not that I was held before.

But after all that, that day I realised that he was a brutal jerk to the world, not to me. He was an insufferable man to everyone but would still fall to his knees for me.

That's toxic but who the hell cares?

There's definitely more unlawful things he did than just being a possessive prick.

He is my safe place in this world of havoc.

Vixen was the strongest, but Cameron could allow himself to be weak with Sam. In a world where everybody wanted me for my strength, he embraced me with weaknesses.

My words are poetic, like my state of mind when I'm with him.

Mingling tears with sweat and blood, in a impenetrable cloud of danger, where his arms were the only refuge my muse could fall asleep in; I love him.

It's us against the world.

It's us in our own world.