Five Hargreeves ^_-

And there he sat again, both hands cuffed under the table and his feet shackled to the chair.

That would have bothered him if he wasn't going to see you again, his designated psychiatrist. You were going to talk to him again with that sweet voice he so longed to hear, you were the only reason he hadn't escaped from that damn hell yet. He had committed many crimes, he had a lot of blood on his hands. That's why he wondered why you kept trying to redeem him.

If you knew that for you I would set the whole world on fire.

"Doctor..."
He murmured when he saw you enter, with your white coat, that innocent air that drove him crazy, he wanted to corrupt you. The subtle smile on his face was erased when he noticed a blow near your jaw.
"Who was?"
He asked through clenched teeth.

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