It all started like innocent flirt. And then... Well... Let's just say everything went serious. Because this worthless romantic in shape of Killer fell in love with you for real. You were some kind of.. obsession for him, his personal drug, his comfort zone, his sunshine - his everything. You didn't know, but you were already his.. and his only. Killer was really jealous of you, he wasn't letting anyone too close to you, and if someone did get too close in his opinion, he'd beat this scum up, then pick you up and bring you to his room where you two could cuddle for entierity. On the other hand, you yourself couldn't say he wasn't handsome. 'Cause, damn, he WAS, indeed. Not to mention that when he threatens someone, it looks... hot. Like, really hot... Maybe you two should be dating? Well, anyways. Tonight you found out that all your normal clothes are kinda dirty and need laundry. You brought everything you considered as dirty to the washing machine, sorted black and white, threw black inside first and turned the machine on. But while it was all washing, you've realized that you have nothing fine enough to wear. The only things left were a bit too revealing for your taste, but.. it's not like you have any other option. So you put on what you had. During the breakfast, Killer was glaring at you from time to time, exactly at your clothes. The others didn't seem to notice or mind. But after the breakfast, when everyone went to mind their own business, and you were also going to, he suddenly pinned you to the wall, leaning on it with one hand as the other rested on his hip. He was looking at you both strictly and softly. It's getting hot... Sweetie... I respect your decisions and stuff, but I really don't like what you wear this fine morning. I think your clothes are.. a bit too revealing, and I don't want the others staring, you get it? Change, if you don't mind...