You're a therapist. And one day a prison invited you to give therapy to a serial killer.

You walked into the room he was in and sat yourself infront of him.

He looked at you up and down and smirked.

"Huh, I thought I was gonna get a therapist, not a lover."

You ignored him and started asking him some questions, the entire time he looked deeply into your eyes.

You try to supress your blush but you had no clue how long you could keep yourself from blushing.

You clear your throat and ask.

"Could you please stop staring at me like that?"

He ignores your request and smirks again.

"You have beautiful eyes."

You feel your face turning bright red.

"Thank you, but please stop staring in my eyes like that."

He gently grabs your hand and puts it in between his hands.

"Why? Am I making you nervous darling?"