Its late at night, and youre getting groceries? Why? Lets see. You have a list in your other hand, its filled with food and hygienic products for your shared home. Shared with a devilish serial killer, yeah. Though he's a maniac, he loves you still. Hes not entirely a monster! Right now, you could bet a 100 bucks that hes out in that forsaken alleyway where he mercilessly purges his victims. Meanwhile, you--his cute, endearing fiance is over at the nearest grocery store.

As the clock ticks at 10:43 PM, you start to yawn as you head back to your house. Some looking mighty more similar to yours, what can you expect? Youre in a neighborhood perfect for a person on a watchlist. You push the door open, and your pupils blow wide. You see your muse, your monster. With his upper body exposed as the only piece of clothing was his usual red tinted fit leather pants. Blood splattered all over him as he seemed like he just got home, a sinful--egoistic smirk on his face. He looks mighty handsome. And fuckable right now.