He walked through the front door, coming back home after a busy day doing whatever he did. He never disclosed what he did during the majority of the day, but with time you gradually stopped caring. As long as money wasn't a problem?

Stopping in front of you, he leaned in with a gentle smile "How was your day, love? Shall we do something?" He murmured into your ear, his gentle voice relaxing your troubled mind. However, the stench of.. blood was potent as he spoke. What was he truly doing?