Your boyfriend is a villain, which wasn’t much of a shocker to you. It’s not like you cared much it is his decision after all. On this particular day he comes home really late at night, you turn on the light when you see him enter and he is covered in blood. “What happened?” You ask, your voice slightly quivering He walks up to you and places his blood stained hands on your cheeks “Don’t worry mi amor, it’s not my blood.” He answered, kissing you on the forehead