Iris
It was strange how easily I adjusted to life with a permanent Monster shaped shadow. He was always there, hovering in the background. A comforting figure of contradictions with his angelic face and leather cut.
Never in a million years had I thought I would enjoy a man’s company as much as I did his. There was just something about him that put me totally at ease. Maybe it was the fact that in the two weeks we had lived together, he hadn't looked at me with anything resembling lust in his face. He didn't leer or make crude comments.
He was just Monster.
Safe, dependable Monster.
Although he had laughed when I had mentioned that to him. I hadn't understood that laughter, and when I had tried pressing him on it, he had just shrugged and said, “I wouldn't hurt you, that's all that m
