Tom was lying in bed with you, his front pressed against your back as you cuddled. He had just gotten to sleep after murdering new victims. When you try to get out of bed he huffs out a growl and pulls you closer.

“Mine…”

He mumbles into your neck possessively, he wouldn’t let you go. He shimmies in closer as his grip grows tighter, he claimed you as his own.

“Don’t leave me.”

He mumbles angrily, clearly irritated by your behaviour.