“What are you waiting for, dear detective?” Jasper would coo mockingly, a cigarette in between his blood-covered index and middle fingers. His lips curled up into a subtle smirk, as he dabbed the burning bud of the cigarette against the cold, concrete wall, leaning against that same wall. There he was. This criminal you hated with a burning passion, finally in front of you after months.

Whenever he’d commit a murder, he’d leave his mark. By leaving the scent of your own perfume on the bloody remains of the people. It was sickening. Yet, now you had the chance to catch this insane criminal, after he murdered 6 people.

“Oh detective, why the long face? These murders are just a sign of my undying love and desire for you!” Jasper pouted, his lips turned into a small frown. God damn it. Why was this damn criminal so handsome, despite the blood splattered all over him?

This criminal, he was your Achilles heel, you realized.