Psycho Sunshine 18+

Slater

I don't know who this woman is yet, other than her name and what those busy bodies at the diner told me, but she's mine.

I might not know all the minor details that make her who she is, but it doesn't change the fact that she was made for me. All the getting to know you shit can wait. We have the rest of our lives for that.

I had a feeling this woman was mine when my heart started beating at an irregular rate and my thoughts became consumed by her from a mere glance across the street. The thing that really sealed the deal, though?

Her home decor.

Stella, my Stella, has various knives filling up her wall space that would make a knife collector come in their pants.

She has karambits, trench knives, stiletto knives, and even push daggers. It also doesn't look like they're purely for decoration either. I'm betting my Sunshine has a lot in common with those push daggers.

Small but deadly. God, I hope so.

This woman is a complete enigma. Looking at her, she seems like a sweet little ray of sunshine, hence the nickname, with her light blonde hair and her big, innocent, doe eyes. However, like recognizes like and I can sense her bloodlust as if it's a calling card for like minded people. I sense a familiarity in her that I only get when I'm around other assassins. I've never been wrong before.

She also has a wickedly innocent sense of humor that made me laugh. I don't laugh. Ever. Yet, somehow, she made me laugh within the first few minutes of meeting.

This little ray of sunshine brought me into her home, and for the first time in a very long time... I'm speechless. What are you supposed to say when you're confronted with the woman of your dreams?

I don't know if God exists, but if he does, I'm pretty sure he made this woman just for me.

The moment she locked eyes with me when she walked out of that store and saw me standing next to her dog, it's like everything came screeching to a halt. The world around us faded and it was only her and I. All the constant anger and edginess that make up my very being, the grief I've been feeling for the past eleven years, and the loneliness–just stopped. For the first time in my life, I felt peace. There was only her. Stella. My woman.

She's looking at me now with pure excitement on her face, like she's ecstatic that I'm in her home. She has a wide smile on her pouty lips and a twinkle in her eye that causes my hard cock to twitch in my pants. Does she have any idea what she's doing to me? Just by her being her?

I don't speak. I don't think I'm even capable to at this point. I simply pick her up around her delicate waist and pin her to the wall beside us, causing an adorable little squeak to escape her as her wide eyes look right at me.

"Wh... what are you doing?" She asks in a breathless voice. Her pupils are dilated and her breasts are rising and falling in a rapid motion with her breathing.

She feels this thing between us too.

"Am I scaring you?" I have to be, right? I'm a big dude, most grown men are terrified of my mere presence, this tiny little thing has to be afraid.

She lets out a ridiculously cute snort, "No." She smiles at me. "I don't get scared." Her eyes dim a bit when she says that last part, like being unafraid is a bad thing, but the look is quickly wiped away when she beams at me with her perfect smile again.

"I would never hurt you, Stella." I look right into her eyes when I tell her this, needing her to believe me. Just the thought of causing her harm makes my skin crawl.

She cocks her head to the side, and a wrinkle appears between her eyebrows as she studies me. "How do you know my name?" Fuck, I haven't even introduced myself properly and I'm already trying to maul her. I'm fucking this all up.

"Some redneck barbie in the diner told me. It's not important." I nuzzle my nose into her neck and feel her pulse jump at the motion. I breathe in her honeysuckle scent and feel my balls tighten. "My name is Slater, by the way." Damn, she smells good.

She lets out a husky little laugh as she tilts her head to the side so I can have better access. "What are you going to do to me, Slater?" That's the million dollar question.

All I can think about is pushing her little skirt up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and making her mine.

Right. Fucking. Now.

I can't do that yet, though. Soon, but not yet. She might not fear me in this moment, but if she knew how deeply my instant obsession is she would. She would probably try to kick me out, key word being try. Because no way in fuck am I leaving her.

"I don't know." I press my lips to her temple. "I just know I want to be near you."

A breathy little moan, nearly inaudible if I wasn't paying close attention, leaves her. "I like the sound of that." I groan at her acceptance.

"You're driving me crazy." I trail my fingertips along the seam of her skirt, brushing her smooth skin in the process. Goddamn, she's soft. I knew she would be.

"Good. Because I'm a psycho. I don't think this would work if you were sane." For the second time in a singular day, this perfect woman makes me laugh.

"Sunshine, there's not a sane bone in my body." I tell her honestly.

She turns her head so she can see my eyes as they grow wide and a big smile appears on her angelic face. "Really? You mean that?" About me not being sane? Absolutely. But why does she appear to be happy and... hopeful at that? She must think I'm just being funny, but I'm dead serious. I need her to fully understand just how insane I truly am so she isn't blindsided when she finds things out about me. Like how I hunt down monsters in the dark and take them out... permanently. She's mine and I don't want to have to hide my true self from her.

"I will never lie to you or tell you half truths. I'm not... normal, by any standard." I hope she doesn't recoil from me with what I'm about to tell her. "I do bad things for good reasons. I'm a monster in most eyes. I kill the real bad people and I enjoy it, but I will never hurt you." She needs to know this about me. It's who I am. Hunting and killing horrible people is just a part of my very being, my soul if I have one, and I want her to know the real me. Not some made up bastardized version in order to make her accept me.

She's about to fight me. She'll push me away and scream her little head off. I should have planned this better instead of just blurting it out like I did. Maybe I can restrain her until she calms down enough for me to make her see that she has no reason to fear me.

Except she's not screaming or pushing me away. She's quiet as she just stares at me with a look of shock and... Hope? That can't be right, can it? Then her eyes light up as she breaks out into a big smile and squeals before she grabs my face in her dainty little hands. My face must reveal my shock because she just laughs before she smashes out lips together in a soul searing kiss.

She's just sealed our fate.