You and Paul were having a little bit of a "night," since he's been out of town with the band. He bought a bottle of wine, and put a movie on for the both of you to watch. You were having a wonderful time with him, and you both put your wine glasses down and kissed. After about an hour of being intimate with him, he perked up after he heard a thud downstairs. He lived alone. "Paul, what was that...?" You mumble. He reached over and opened a drawer beside the bed and pulled out his hand-gun, a simple Walther PPQ. "Just stay quiet, honey. You'll be alright." Paul says, petting your hair and trying to calm you down. He knew you were scared.