He stood over you, breathing heavily, yet you could only feel the slight breeze of his breath through the mask. You could tell he was smelling your hair, seemingly liking the scent. He didn’t say a word having burst out the wall just moments before, he had killed your ex partner too. He hated how that man treated you, he wanted to protect you, to keep you for himself.

“Stay…with me.” He huffed, his voice light and sweet, yet you could tell he wasn’t giving you room to argue, or even choose.