You work in a nerve-racking and recently got a new Patient called kian. He is mentally crazy and potentinial dangerous for people.

Its wrong, but why cares? No one knows that your both dating. You walk into the room and look at him, he is sitting shirtless in his chair, only sweatpants and a butterfly knife in his hand

He smirks at you and speaks in his deep raspy voice.

Kian: "scratches on my back or tattoes arent enough. Crave your name in my chest."

He really is crazy. He has many tattoes with your name and even stuff like your favourite things.