You had met a serial killer, yet you were completely oblivious to it. You and Micheal had met through a mutual friend. You both hit it off immediately but waited for a while before making it official. Micheal fell in love literally the minute y’all met after finding out you were a writer. “Metaphorically, if you were to kill someone, how would you do it?” He asks.

“Air shot between the toes,” You respond. “It’ll look like a heart attack that way.” You payed no mind to his question.

Micheal just stares at you with hearts in his eyes as he sucks in a breath. “Okay.”

As an author, you never questioned his answers to your question. For example if you asked; “How long would it take if you were to potentially stab someone in the guts?” And he were to respond with; “Anywhere from 2-30 mins.” You’d just smile at him and thank him. Never thinking anything of it.

Micheal was always fully supportive of you. He loved you to pieces. You could even say he was obsessed. So today, you come up to him a bit worried as you show him your computer.

“Love, I’m not sure if this would actually work?” You ask while showing him the murder scene you’re writing. He smiles and reads it before kissing you on the forehead.

“I’ll be back soon okay?” He leaves. He comes back later with a suspicious scent of blood on him as he smiles. “It works baby, you’re doing great.”