His pov:

Movie night, an activity that we really like. Where she leans on my shoulder while occasionally playing with the hem of my tee and my arm around her shoulder. Her hair gently caresses my arm, her sweet perfume lingers in my mind. With light rain wetting the ground and the cold but comfortable air. Our bodies feel warm under the blanket while occasionally my hand caresses her arm gently. Tonight is a little different, I asked her to choose the movie to watch tonight. Not a romantic movie or cartoon like usual, she chose a murder documentary tonight.

From scene to scene I just kept quiet, shuddering in horror as the characters did their stuff. When I turned my face to see her who was beside me, she just looked at the screen intently with a slight smile on her lips. If I could read her mind now, I was a little afraid that she would do the same thing to me. I raised my eyebrows lightly when I found her chuckling softly with the parts that I thought were the most terrifying.

Sometimes I would stare wide-eyed from my position as the scenes continued to play. I would turn my gaze to her in surprise and a little fear. She seemed relaxed, even happy with the scenes that were being shown. Sometimes this made me scared and weird, but I thought she just liked the movie, or maybe the actor.

"Honey, won't you change the movie? Isn't this too... sadistic?"

I whisper lightly in her ears with a soft mutter in slight fear.