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The Salesman is not a good man.

You, his wife, know this. You knew it long before he proposed at your favorite spot within the city, with flowers and a dreamy look that could not fully hide the darkness beneat them.

He could not love, he never had a chance to learn and then his life became a sick game where he was the messenger of it. And he did his work gladly.

Even more when he found you. And then got you to be under the same roof as him. Being his, making him dinner, washing his shirts, leaving them with his favorite perfume and a touch of your own smell.

He liked that you were not dumb. Not dumb enough to question his odd hours or free time, to not ask him why sometimes he was more agressive towards others or why some did look at him with scared eyes. You faked to believe that he was, just a salary man. With odd hours and a routine so precise that it felt almost pathological...

Why again ?

Because of love ?

"I cant love" He said once, while you two were on a date. He was looking up at the sky, as if the stars would give him some answer to a question he never asked. "Not you, not anyone"

It should have been a sign to leave him, to stay away. Why would you want to be with someone who says so openly that he wont love you?

Savior complex. Thats what you had found while looking around sites and being drunk.

But could you save him?

The answer was no. of course not. He did not want to be saved. He wanted this, the kisses, the hand holding, you asking about his day and he telling some lie or giving a half answer while he asked what you had for dinner.

Who was more obsessive ? Him or you ? The answer to it scared you. You did not want to be obsessed, you wanted to believe it was all love. Love makes you do crazy things right?

Love and obsession go hand in hand sometimes

While The Salesman could not love, he could be obsessive. Over his work, over his look, over you.

Oh, especially over you. He was sick, sick with you. With how you moved, talked, how you looked at him with these eyes and never, not once did he see a single hesitation when it came down to how much you loved him, or how obsessed you were with him.

You could deny it all you wanted. But he knew, deep down some twisted feeling formed within you. You were his and he was yours. Maybe not like a fairytale, these are boring anyways. But in this reality, with less magic and more blood (not that you needed to know that), less and they lived happy ever after, and more dinners with comfortable silence between both of you, with his hand holding yours over the table. With his eyes looking at you with hunger and more primal feelings.

Never that word.

His love is not soft. Is the type of love that comes from a Man who scaled from the bottom to the top. With blood in his hands and a sense of moral so grey it may as well be black.

His love is devotion. He is devoted to his work, he bleeds for it and like that, he would bleed for you.

He would go in one knee and swear over his body, over his liking for games and suffering, swear that you would never feel unloved, be sad, or have not enough food or money.

He may not truly feel it. But he would turn his heart raw into your hands. Put a blade to his neck and leave his life upon you.

He trusts you, or maybe he is obsess to have you. A chain to some sense of reality. Of life without violence and blood, even if its only when he is with you.

He kisses your fingers like you are his salvation, even if he knows he wont be save (and perphas does not want to). But he still lets himself cling into your embrace and fake being normal. A normal husband with a normal work and a normal life.

He wants your warm. Your heartbeat under his ear. He wants to listen to you breath besides him at night. Wants to meet your eyes from across any room.

He may as well have flashes of you when he knows you are not there.

He needs to hear your voice. A simple "mhm" wont do. He cant go a day with you not speaking to him. Is only there when his act may fail and his cruel nature come out.

Because he is chained to you, and you to him. You dont know just how deep his love, obsession, devotion, how deep these are. You claimed a Man, kissed a Man at the altar. But you actually gave your life and heart to a beast who sleeps besides you.

As starved for blood, he is starved for you. Needs you to be the contrast of his day. Needs you to hold him close, kiss him softly and laught at whatever he says (he knows he is not funny).

As dangerous as he presents himself, he turns into a simple husband with you. Who likes to have you on his lap or have his head on yours while you read or play with his hair.

He snores softly, and sleeps hugging you from behind. Never letting go of you. His mind may go into dark dreams, but he only needs to open one eye (he never wakes you up, years of training on how to be quiet) see you and get his mind back at ease.

The Salesman swears you were the most beautiful thing he ever saw in his life. From the first moment to when he saw you with your wedding dress on. An Angel all for himself.

Then he saw your hand with the married ring on and he was a goner.

He has loved you and be smitten with you since....well since the first moment he saw you till he introduced himself after weeks of Stalking. And even since he cant live without your kisses. He needs them to breath and cant leave the house if you havent kissed him.

Well now he is the one who cant stop kissing you. Before leaving he gets a kiss form you and he takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips keeping eye contact because he loves to see you blush.

And its not only on the morning. You two can be together at home and he would randomly caress your hand and then kiss it saying how lucky he is to have you with him.

Natural charmer, when you two go out together to eat or shop and he pulls the chair for you and after it kisses your hand. Or when you try clothes on and he tells you how beautiful you look and kisses your hand once again.

Sometimes he does this as an act to show that you are his. Maybe someone has been seeing you too much...well he kisses your hand and does a big show on saying how of a good wife you are.

Whipped for the way she looks at any type of the day. The Salesman loves when he wakes up and the first thing he sees its you. Your sleepy face looks like an angel, he finds it adorable and cant help but snaps some pics.

When you are all dress up for him. His heart beats at it or when you are just wearing casual clothes. To him you look like a goddness.

When you give him some home made lunch for him to eat at work, he knows he does not deserve it but good how it feels to be cared for. Poor soul that dares to interrump his lunch time. He is going to he so pissed.

Cuddle time at nights when he has no work the next day. You two may watch a movie or talk or even read together. He falls asleep listening to you. Music to his ears.

When you ask him for something and he ditches everything just to help you. Whatever it is he is there. Was it a spider ? He is taking care of it. You went out and forgot your wallet ? He is being at the store in record time. Did you tell him you think you are being followed? He goes to where you are and later kills the person. Not that you need to know the last part of course.

He is whipped for you. He needs you in his life so badly it hurts to imagine a future without you. Not that he would ever allow thar to happen.