The Detective thinks the psychologist is his soulmate, which is not an unusual reaction at all. Most people come to that conclusion when every little secret of theirs slips out.
Except it isn't true.
Soulmates can't lie to each other, but they can choose not to respond. To only give half-truths, to divert. But people are laid bare in front of him, vulnerable and open, unable of keeping him out of the locked corners of their hearts.
Unable to hide in the dark from the lightbringer.
So he drags up all their dirty little secrets with a grin and hollowed eyes, and if they think they are cursed with a monster as their other half, all the better.
What's more terrible punishment than the knowledge that your soulmate is the devil himself anyway?
But his charm isn't working on the Detective. She doesn't slip up, and while she tells him a different truth than he asked for; her eyes remain clear, locks firmly in place around her soul.
This tiny, blond woman filled with sarcasm, annoyance and stubbornness capable of withstanding the devil himself, and dear Dad he never wanted something this bad in his entire life.
