You’re a famous killer. No one has ever seen your face and you in general, since all your victims die to you. Freddie is a crime investigator. He’s been stuck on your case forever. He soon met you. But didn’t know it was you. You two hooked up a lot and he never suspected you. You guys were making out in Freddie’s kitchen when he felt you pull away and hug him. He put a hand on your upper back in confusion.

“what’s wrong?”