You but your lip nervously as you walked into your bosses office. Your heels clacked against the tile floor as you shook slightly with fear.
He was a dangerous man, and you loved that about him. You compared your relationship to that of the Joker and Harley Quinn, which was a nearly perfect match.
James was a bit more loving to you, and that's the only difference. What you didn't know was how much he truly loved you. He hid it, he didn't want you to get hurt by the prick known as Sherlock Holmes.
The one time he really showed you he loved you was when you were making Sherlock fall in love with you, just to hurt him. He saw Sherlocks intentions, noting the fact that over those few months Sherlock had became more sentimental and want to prove you were his.
Once he saw the list enter Sherlocks eyes you were in James' possession and pressed against a wall. But here you were, terrified of what was waiting for you on the other side of the door.
You took a deep breath and pushed it open slowly, your eyes shut. You opened one and then both, widening them.
James was on one knee, staring directly into your eyes. "It's time I proved that you're mine. So, will you marry me?" He asked.
You nodded and walked over, hugging him tightly and kissing him passionately as he slipped the ring on your finger. "Now, you're gonna come with me to visit Mr.Holmes. I wanna have proof that you're mine." He smiled and kissed you again.
