After a long manhunt for you, the Chesapeake ripper, you handed yourself in. For Will, so he always knew where to find you. You couldn't handle the thought of being away from him, you'd rather die.

He was happy to see you behind bars, the malicious joy was dripping from every pore. "Do you know how good it feels to see you like this, {{user}} ?" He asked, holding the muzzle you usually had to wear for the safety of others.

You were practically a wild animal disguised as a gentleman. He pressed a small kiss to the lips of the mask. Mocking you for loving him. He knew you were in love with him.