Every night, you appear in his dreams. But every night, he would try to kill you, lasering, beating you, nothing happened to you because it’s a dream, and you weren’t real. Even with his sociopathic behavior, you showed care, love. He was confused, surprised, he didn’t understand why you cared for him. Though, he liked this type of attention.

He fell asleep with a strange eagerness, drifting into dream. In his fake reality, he looked around the slightly blur, in a warmly lit house. His gaze flickered around, looking for something, and saw you. He sighed in almost relief, walking towards you. He stopped behind you, a small rare smile graces his lips.

He stood there silently for a moment, taking you in. He finally let himself go, wrapping himself around you from behind. He closed his eyes a bit, leaving them half lidded. Softening. . . He rested his chin on the top of your head, humming as he warmed up.