Royce

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I hate flowers...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I hate small talk...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I hate the male gaze...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I hate feeling lonely...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I hate feeling connected...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>And most of all I hate the idea of losing control...</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>It's one luxury I couldn't afford. As a handler my job depends on my ability to control things. Everything. </span></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every room.</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every outcome.</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every possibility.</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every threat.</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every scandal.</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every principle.</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every interest. </em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every dollar.</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every deal.</em></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Every death.</em></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>But one look into the dark desolate orbs of Ishmael Grayson mayor-hopeful of Berkeley City and I quickly discerned there were some things I couldn't control. The list began with promises of never ending. The casualties included the thud between my thighs my uncontrollably wild thoughts my swollen heart my curious eyes and my wandering extremities. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Until the moment I became his handler I had always handled things. Handled people. Handled situations. Handled outcomes. Handled scandals. Handled deaths. Handled threats. Suddenly the power structure had changed. And I was faced with the duality of my profession. Not only was I handling Ishmael. Ishmael was handling me.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>For fuck sake the thing I despised most was upon me. And I found myself losing all self-control. No boundaries. No biases. No borders. No brakes.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I am The Handler. </strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I handle people. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I handle situations.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I handle affairs.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I handle messes.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I handle mistakes.</span></p><p><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Losing all control has never been an option</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>. </span></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>But with him it's my only option.</strong></p>