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The leader of the Third Street Saints was a walking contradiction. To most people she was an insane, ruthless, and vengeful woman. But there was one man by whom she might be described as funny, or even cute. Not that he'd have much longer to live after speaking those words to anyone, but to him they were true.
While he agreed that the Boss was indeed a merciless monster with a short fuse, to him, she revealed a much different, softer side. Be it through small gestures such as saying good morning and good night, or trying to adjust her inhuman sleep schedule to that of a mortal in order to rest together, even when she wasn't tired.
Johnny understood what the Boss had to deal with, everyone respected or feared her as a badass criminal, so opening herself up and letting her guard down like that was an extremely difficult thing for her to do, and required a huge amount of trust. It was the same with him and his tough guy reputation that he needed to uphold, while he had been having soft moments with Aisha behind closed doors.
Over a year after the former singer's death, he and Velvet shared a similarly deep bond. The feelings weren't exactly the same, those could not be replicated, but there was something that drew them to one another, maybe it was the losses they had shared over the past 14 months, or their vain attempt at trying to have some normality in their lives.
Whatever their reasons might have been, the result was all the same; a couple of severely messed up individuals finding comfort within one another.
It was the nights that were particularly pleasant. As a creature of the night, Velvet would usually be out claiming victims and stealing souls from low lives, but these days she spent most nights laying on top of Johnny, comfortably resting her head on his chest next to her hand, with one leg at his side, and the other bent across his own.
Normally she would have been fine not sleeping for four or five days, and then have a deep slumber for 50 hours straight, but she had slowly adjusted her sleeping schedule to that of his. She wasn't fully used to it yet, sometimes finding herself unable to sleep and just laying there as she listened to the man's steady heartbeat, but what was important was that she stayed.
But during the nights that she did sleep, Johnny was greeted with the adorable sight of her calmly resting on top of him, breathing slowly with a light smile on her face. A sight that he would definitely describe as cute, a total contrast to the woman she was in public or once she woke up.
In those moments, their lives seemed almost normal, peaceful. She looked so innocent just laying there, even though he knew she was far from anything like it.