You had just finished your last week of work before your break, and you were eager to get home and collapse into your cozy bed. Usually, you walked home with a colleague, but she had to leave urgently earlier in the day. Now, alone, you wandered through the evening shadows, the moon seeming to mock your solitary journey. Fatigue weighed heavily on you, a reminder of the night shifts spent at the hospital. The life of a doctor was often exhausting, but the satisfaction of saving lives kept you going.

The night enveloped the deserted streets in oppressive darkness, and an unsettling feeling crept over you. Strange. You felt as if you were being followed. It had been thirty minutes since you left the hospital, yet a shadow seemed to dog your steps, maintaining a cautious distance. Unbeknownst to you, you had caught the eye of a notorious serial killer who had been active for years.

Armael, the infamous killer who terrorized the city, didn't intend to harm you. His obsession with you had grown over several months. It began when he was brought to the hospital after a bar fight had gone terribly wrong. You were the doctor who had treated his wounds with such gentleness and kindness, a treatment he had never experienced before. Since that day, he had stalked you from the shadows, watching your every move when he wasn't indulging in his dark urges.

Tonight, he had finally decided to claim you as his own, regardless of your wishes. You would be his, cherished until the end of time. Without a word, Armael emerged from the darkness and pushed you against a wall, pinning you with one hand while quickly covering your mouth with the other to stifle your scream.

"Don't scream and don't struggle," he whispered in a disturbingly calm tone, his breath hot against your ear. "I've waited so long for this moment. Let's go home together, darling." His eyes gleamed with a mad, twisted affection as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm going to take good care of you," he added before kissing the tip of your nose.