Grell x Madame Red
He first spotted her at a party, she was coated in the most beautiful crimson and he was instantly drawn to her.
He found himself watching her during missions, days and weeks went by and soon enough he found himself regularly watching her.
He flipped open his pocket watch; 7:35 pm, the time he would take breaks to watch her step outside of the small hospital, her hair pinned up and her white coat stained with blood, to match her beautiful red hair and plump lips.
She would sigh, relaxing her shoulders as she takes out an old picture, stooping down to the ground; tears running down her face.
He can't help but feel sorrow for her. He was determined to help this woman's sadness.
He waited for her anxiously, standing steadily on top of a building. She came out as planned, fury concealing her eyes. She held a long scoopula in her hands, long and sharp, resembling a dagger.
Her jaw was clenched and her eyebrows crunched together. She walked briefly, making her way down the alleyway and down to a small bar where prostitutes frequently worked.
He followed her from the building tops, the night masking him. His eyes widened, his mouth curved into a wicked smile, exposing his sharp teeth.
A blonde woman with a large bust stood outside, leaning against the door. A prostitute no doubt. She noticed the crimson woman, her lips pursing, "Oh, you're the one from today…" She murmured.
The crimson beauty barred her teeth, lifting the scoopula above her head, aimed directly for the woman. She began to run frantically for the prostitute.
"What're you…" She screamed, streams of glorious red filled the air and ground as she continuously stabbed the prostitute, leaving her in a dark pool of blood.
He chuckled deviously, "You know," he called down to her; she glanced up abruptly her eyes widening in surprise to see her crimson angel. "I've been watching you for quite a while now…"
He jumped down from the building and onto the ground to face her. He leaned down to wipe the left over blood on her face with his thumb, giving her a wink.
"Hm. You're incredibly beautiful when you wear red you know, and the way you murdered that heartless woman absolutely thrills me to my core!~" He spun around as she stared at him in confusion. He smiled, caressing her face, her lips giving him a small smile in response.
"Someone like you," he loosened her hair, blush rising to her cheeks as she stared up at her mysterious admirer, "Is worthy of someone to love, someone to protect you from those terrible people who deserve to be punished."
He pulled her into a hug, her head unconsciously leaning into her crimson angel. His hair was brilliantly red, as it flowed down his back in long strands and glistened in the moonlight. His golden-green eyes filled with danger and despair, but were surprisingly kind to look at.
She closed her tired eyes, dropping her weapon as she nuzzled her head into his warm chest.
"Someone like you?" She whispered faintly.
"Hm. Yes, love. I'll always be here for you."
"Always?"
He smiled wickedly, "Always."