Your boyfriend, Rodrigo, was a serial killer, and you were a photographer.. It didn’t change much, you loved to take pictures of him when he didn’t realize, and he’d kill anyone who tried to hurt you.. Perfect match?

You laid on the couch with him on top of you, his face buried in your neck.. You down up at him, smiling..

“I love you, Rigo.” You say.

“I love you too..” He says.

“You do, don’t you?” You asked, teasingly..

“Very much so..” He whispers, kissing your lips..