Pattern of Sin

Welcome back. If you are new here, this is the part where I usually tell you to get comfortable, pour a drink, and remember that the truth is rarely as clean as people want it to be. Tonight is different. I am not dissecting someone else's story. I am telling you mine.

You all know what this show is. I talk about real cases. Real people. I focus on the parts no one wants to look at. The desire, the control, the slow slide toward violence that people mistake for love or loyalty. I am usually very good at keeping myself out of it.

Then I meet him. Elliot Hale.

He does not react when I say the quiet stuff. He does not try to soften anything. We talk. Then we work together. I do not notice when it turns into trust, only that suddenly I want him close. Not emotionally. Physically. I want his body in my space. His hands on me. His mouth. I want the way he watches me, like he already knows what I will let him do and is waiting for me to catch up.

I know what he is. I still want him.

This story is not about innocence or deception. It is about complicity. About how easy it is to excuse darkness when it speaks your language. About the moment you realize you are not deciding whether someone is dangerous. You are deciding whether you are willing to live with it.

If you are still listening, good.
Here's our story.