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Being careful on the way back to her apartment, she rode in three different cabs, resulting in a lot of money and a long car ride.

Waiting at her front door, hidden in the doorframes shadow was Kevin, who stepped out upon her arrival.

"You're alright?" It was intended to be a statement, but came out like a question.

"Yes." She clarified. "Did anyone see you leave?"

"No, but I believe it was because of your big spectacle up front."

"About that.."

She let them both in, where they then migrated to the living room where she sat on the edge of the evergreen couch, him on the matching armchair.

"The other day when I confronted you about Marcus Cooper, I didn't mention that I had went to see a Private Inspector on the matter."

"Does this Private Inspector have a name by chance?" Kevin asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Yes, it was Jessica Jones."

"And what did you tell her?" His tone went slightly... different.

"Nothing. I went to see why my ex husband's death was labeled as suicide when it was clearly murder. Then she handed me a picture of you out of the blue and asked me if I knew you."

Sighing, she massaged her temples. "I didn't mean to, but I said yes. And she looked like it shocked her, but also like she was expecting it. But I managed to get her off your trail, but now she's on mine."

"It's because she thinks I'm using you." He said simply, standing up in the process. "Did she tell you anything else about me?"

"No. She refused to tell me."

His shoulders lowered a bit as if he had an uncomfortable weight there, pressing down.

"What's wrong, Kevin?"

"That's not my only name."

"What do you mean?"

Liz wanted him to turn around to face her, but he stood motionless like a statue. The lamp offering an unsettling glow.

"My other name... is Kilgrave."

It rang a bell, and he turned his head just enough to see realisation cross her features. "You're the man who can do the impossible." She breathed.

Standing, she stopped in front of him as he turned around fully to face her. "The silver-tongue." She stated.

"Exactly."

A moment of silence followed as they gazed in each other's eyes, a emotion flickering in each, a flame.

"What did you do?" She whispered.

His breath tickled her ear as he leaned forward. "I've killed, murdered, brainwashed, tortured, seduced, raped, manipulated, and controlled people for most of my life. And she is the woman I did it most to, to try to get her to see that I loved her, though she never returned it. I'm a dangerous man, Elizabeth Bradley. And you wonder why I've never told you till now? That's because I love you. A different kind of love than the obsession with Jessica Jones. For she stole my mind, but you stole my heart."

"Are you manipulating me right now... At this moment?" She said softly as he drew back, dark eyes locked onto her innocent ones.

"I couldn't even If I wanted to. For you have already manipulated me with your kindness since that day in the rain. Tell me, do you believe I'm telling the truth?"

A new emotion sparked within her, and she couldn't deny the love she felt for this broken man that had fallen so far into a pit that she wanted so badly to save him from.

"I've believed in you since I saved you from drowning." Liz murmured.

Nobody moved at first, nobody moved last. But suddenly they were kissing, the flames of desire blossoming.

As the kiss deepened, his fingers left trails of fire along her arms, shoulders, throat. They were etching her into his mind.

Her own fingers pulled at his purple collar, wanting him closer to her, the shirts buttons now undone.

Off went the fabric of her dress, leaving her almost vulnerable to his gaze.

And somehow they ended up in her bedroom, still removing the rest of their layers as she was pressed against the bed, him leaning over her.

"Tell me you don't want me, and I will leave without ever coming back." He murmured as he kissed the skin by her ear.

"If I did." She replied, a light smile on her features. "I'd be lying."

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