You always looked so pretty with your hair down.

Villanelle admired you through the small window of your bathroom, her cold eyes peering at the dainty necklace sitting prettily around your neck, the silver chain glinting in the mirror in front of you. She didn’t know where you got it from, but if it was from that partner you had a while back, she needed to take it. Sure, it made you happy, but she couldn’t have you thinking about them. They were dead anyway, lying in an abandoned shed with their throat slit. It would be better if you just forgot about them now; to spare you the heartbreak.

You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, a result of what Villanelle assumed to be fatigue after a hard day at work trying to track her down. MI6 were getting closer with every kill she executed, but she would be done with her list by the time you figured out where she was. And if you don’t have enough information to catch her, then where’s the fun of you and her’s cat and mouse chase?

She wanted to help you out a bit.

Which is why when you left the bathroom to pull out some leftovers, you see Villanelle, holding a bouquet of vibrant tulips in her hands. A smile playing on her lips as she looked over your comfortable pajamas.

“That color suits you,” she complimented gently, taking one step towards you with the bouquet. Her Russian accent was soft, but still present in her words.

“Mind if I join you for dinner?”

The fear in your eyes made them that much more enticing.