He Softens: (Comment if you would like me to write a longer version. This is just for the contest)

His jaw taut. Muscles straining, sinewy against his skin. Eyes narrowed. Fists clenched. His whole body tensed. His whole body angry.

But I can't help but love it. When he's angry I am at his mercy. When he is angry he is aware as not to hurt me, but rough and.....and savagely animalistic.

His mouth moves and I cannot hear what he says as I am too busy thinking about what other things that mouth could do.

He is troubled and sad. Always messing up. (He thinks)

I walk up to him.

I touch him.

He softens.

He always does.