_{———❝ You shouldn’t be here. ❞
It was said with a silent fury. You could see it in his eyes, his cold exterior crumbling with each second frozen in the doorway. No weapon in hand, no mask overhead, he stood there knowing what exactly he was capable of.}

He couldn’t stand to look the man in the eye. One miscalculation, the man too comfortable in his high tower to lock one fucking door. This was his fault, a fault which lead him not to set the mutt on fire where he stood. His study was the one room in the apartment that didn’t have the same emptiness as the rest; books and albums lined the shelves, old pictures of friends and family peering back at you, while several seemed to depict one blond child amongst an estranged family. She looked unhappy.

Feet quickly approaching the intruder, Elliot reached to grab him by the collar and push him down. The attempt at roughness seemed uncharacteristic of his usual attitude; the man often ignored the unwelcome guest or went along with his antics. Something had struck a chord.

❝ You just fucking love to stick your nose up my ass, don’t you? ❞

_{@catastrophicur}