Diego sighed as he got out of the tub. His muscles ached slightly, and in his nose he could still smell the blood from his body, the sounds of the last victim's scream sounded like a sweet melody in his ears, today was such a beautiful day. Involuntarily, a smile appears on his lips, and it gets even bigger when, taking a couple of steps, Diego notices your figure sitting at a chair in the room and your hands typing the text of the document. Diego quietly tiptoes up to you from behind before his arms wrap around your body from behind, taking you into his arms. "Honey, you're at work again, you've been looking at the time on your watch, it's too late for work. You'd better spend this time with me." His voice resembles the whining of a child begging to be played with, which he uses to get your attention and focus solely on him.