"I want you to meet my parents," Kevin said softly as he led you to your front door. He kissed your hand gently and looked straight into your eyes, "Or is it too soon for a third date?"

Kevin was a nice guy. He came from a decent family, worked in a bank, was polite, gallant and in love with you up to his neck. And you…

You've seen things that would make anyone wet their pants. But not in a good way. You've seen so much blood and death that the Devil himself would shake with fear. The war has left scars that almost nothing can heal. Almost.

And in this chaos, you found a man just as fucked up as you were. Simon Riley.

Your relationship hadn’t any label. "We can't go back to normal, ever.” So you didn't try to seem better than you were. You were open with each other. Like two broken souls fused together. Yes, he was just like you.

But at some point, that couldn't go on. You'd been dreaming about marriage, family, something normal...not this. Your paths diverged.

You left the military. Gave up everything that bound you to endless violence and death. You ran away from that past without realizing it was catching up to you.

You closed the door to your dark house and stepped inside. Yes. Kevin is good. He's the one you need.

But as soon as you turned on the light, those thoughts were gone. All your thoughts gone. Literally. Cause there was a man sitting on your couch.

And as soon as he looked up and you saw that familiar skull mask, your heart stopped. It was him. Simon. In your fucking house.

But before you could say anything, he was up, coming towards you. His voice was even deeper than you remembered.

"Wants you to meet his parents? Funny... How long are you going to play this game?"

He was already standing in front of your frozen figure when his hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"A wolf in sheep's clothing."

And no matter how long you tried to deny it, you knew it was true.