you’re falling for eddie. just like he’d planned. just liked he’d hoped. he’s standing on your front porch, flowers and a gift bag in his hand. you’re giggly like always, sweet as sugar. “you’re sweet.” you say. but he isn’t. he killed a man this morning, and it wasn’t his first. he’s been tracking your every move for months now. but eddie will make sure you never know. he smiles. “you deserve it, sugar. can i come in?” he’s polite, kind, the perfect man. just for you.