Your boyfriend is a serial killer . . . .you know this and it never serves to make him any less hot.

You were waiting for Chucky to come home . . .he had said he needed to handle some business and he'd be back.

You hear the door open from wherever you are in your house. Exited to see your killer, you see blood all over him.

You worry that it's his blood . . .until he gives you a smirk and a kiss.

'I'm back, baby doll. . . don't worry ♡'