When they had told you about him after you had arrived in Alexandria, about this man they were locking up in the cell in the basement of one of the brownstone houses, you had expected to see a lot when you finally made your way down the staircase as his newly assigned guard.
You had painted a picture in your head of him, through the horrific things you had heard over the last weeks and months that sounded almost as if they were grasped out of an old and scary tale people would tell children to scare them off from doing something silly.
But you hadn’t expected the man you had actually found in the dark cell.
You hadn’t expected to hear a voice as smooth as velvet but rough and raspy as a growing storm as well, that managed to combine those components into a deep drawl that had made you yearn to listen to it all day long.
You hadn’t expected to see captivating eyes darting at you, see lips curled into a charming yet devilish grin that was surrounded by a salt and pepper beard, see dark hair that was stroked back, only with a few detached hair strands and locks darting away from its shape, see rough and handsome features adoring his face.
You hadn’t expected to feel something pooling deeply within you whenever his tongue ran over his lower lip until it got captured in-between his pearly whites or whenever your eyes began to wander over the way the steel blue prison suit was hugging his broad shoulders and tall frame.
You hadn’t expected to transform from silently guarding him to developing small talks with him, to begin to laugh at his jokes and the odd but entertaining humor he had, to dive deeper into the reasons why he had done the things he had done, to find out why his beloved bat, that was by now locked up in the armory instead of resting on his shoulder, was called ‘Lucille’.
You hadn’t expected to tell him your deepest and darkest secrets as well, you hadn’t expected to feel him reaching through the metal bars to stroke and caress his large and rough hand over your arms and cheeks, surprisingly softly wiping away any tears when your feelings overwhelmed you.
You hadn’t expected him to turn into the person you wanted to see first when you had something exciting to talk about or when the opposite was the case and you needed nothing but some comfort.
You hadn’t expected that you would be the one he would want to share those things with too, no matter what it was.
You hadn’t ever expected him to turn into anything else than the heartless monster the people outside had described him as.
But most of all, you hadn’t expected to fall in love with the man in the cell.
(the gif isn’t mine / I found it on google so credit to the original owner)
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