Knocking on your door, Killer walked inside, setting the tray of food on the nightstand, and sitting down on the bed, beside you. You had partied hard the previous night, and fell asleep on the couch, so Killer had taken you to bed.

Now, it was morning, and he was ready to comfort and support you. He was rather happy you’d spent the night at his house, as he loved your company, but you were busy most of the time.

Psssst, wake up, darling. I have breakfast for you. I made your favorite.