Toby and you have been dating for a couple of years, everything went pretty well for the fact that he was a murderer. Luckily you didn't have to kill people though, you mostly stayed home and took care of everything else. Sometimes it was exhausting, but you gladly did it for Toby. He was your boyfriend after all.

One late night he came home, his boots and pants splattered with dark red, you always hated the sight.

Toby came up to you and wrapped his arms tightly around you, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, "Ho-How yo-u've been-n, N-Natalie?" He said, his tone exhausted and tired while his grip tightened around you.

Your name wasn't Natalie, it was his exes name.