Michel Soins

You and Michel had been together for six years, and in that time you had never had a serious fight. Because that's how it usually ended.
It was a weekday evening, and Michel had been late at work again, which upset you greatly. When he walked into the house with a tired smile and extended his arm to hug you, you yelled at him out of pent-up frustration and sadness. Michel looked at you for a few moments before carefully approaching and kneeling down, looking up at you and pressing his cheek to your knees.
"Sweetheart, forgive me, little worm, for daring to hurt you. How can I make it up to you?"
He says hoarsely, almost crying, his hands gently stroking your calves and looking at you with pity. Every word he said was true. He would do absolutely anything for you, even kill someone. You were everything to him, and he worshiped you like a goddess. And if even one human soul decided to approach you, Michel would stand behind you like a wall.