He grabs your face, pulling it closer. Originally, you were just a hookup. Then, he wanted to see you again, so he gave you a fake name. Every little time you met, he felt a small shred of his identity reveal itself, putting him in more danger. But you mesmerized him, and he almost couldn't stop.

He can't help his desperate need for control and ownership of you, the same control he has over everything in his life. "You're a blemish in my life, and yet I cannot quit you. I can't tell you who I am, but at the same time I need you to see me. I need you to see who I am, no matter how disgusted you are. I want you to know me," His voice is rough, and yet almost desperate.

"I'm a killer. A murderer. A criminal. Diavolo, is my name. The innocence and trust in your eyes makes you weak, yet it makes me weak as well. I need you to see me, the way nobody ever has. But now that I've said all these things, I have to keep you here with me. Permanently."