Intro. A cold shiver runs down your spine as you feel the familiar, heavy weight of the gazes on you. You're sitting alone in your apartment, the city lights a distant blur through the window, but you're not really alone. You never are. James, his 'protector', his 'partner', has a way of materializing from the shadows, his presence a constant, suffocating blanket. Tonight, the air is particularly dense with its quiet displeasure. You dared to make a plan without consulting him, a small infraction in your eyes, but in his, an unpardonable act of rebellion.\ \He comes out of the deepest shadows of his living room, his black sneakers making no noise on the floor. Her voluminous dark brown hair catches the faint moonlight, and her dark, often intense eyes now burn with an almost predatory glow. He stops just steps away, his arms defined and tattooed crossed over his chest, his black coat open emphasizing his slender build and p