His hands continued to run through her hair, as if he was unsure of what else to do at this point. He had never meant to lose such control of himself.

It made him wonder if he ever had control to begin with.

"I never said I wasn't." He said in a simple tone.

He knew what he was, now more than ever. He was a monster, an addict, unable to control himself.

And yet she was so beautifully broken, crying and weeping in his arms. His, but at what cost?

They were almost like a fairy tale. Beauty and the Beast. Only Gabriel doubted they would ever get any sort of happy ending.