✍︎ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 [dark psychopath x FBI romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟤𝟥

𝗦𝗬𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘

TW: mention of a kinda graphic psychotic episode

Elena always used to say that I was impossible to reason with. Rarely, especially not ever, when I couldn't comprehend the full extent of the harm I was endangered with. She'd insist that, in such cases, the best solution was to not awaken the frightened, cornered prey in me – otherwise, I'd bare my teeth and defend my loved ones to the very end.

Sadly, I have no one to protect now, so I can only bare my teeth, argue, and defend my opinions against myself alone.

Maybe also against Clay.

It seems that something changed after that conversation on the porch a few weeks ago. Davis became more withdrawn, meticulous, and cautious. While he was always cold and composed, torn between his professional impulses, now he has become unbearably secretive.

Whatever has been going on every night, I'm still unable to grasp what could have made Clay change so much.

I'm afraid to even think about what he might have discovered.

Maybe that's why I'm baring my teeth over everything he does – if I won't defend myself, who will?

Family?

I never knew my father, so I could always imagine him in any way I wanted. I don't know why, but I always believed that I hadn't inherited any features from him. I imagined him as a bald, heavy-set, yet mature businessman who'd accidentally fallen into a younger woman's charms.

That was my favorite vision, which not only explained why I didn't know him but also justified my tendency to be drawn to older men.

I can't say that my own age men don't interest me; it just took one encounter with Theodore to realize that a man's nature and trampled ego can lead a boy to demean a woman in the vilest ways.