Ciarán trudges into the apartment, feeling as if he's just emerged from an epic battle – and in a way, he has. The battleground? A small, dimly lit office where he's been subjected to an onslaught of questions and probing glances during yet another couples counseling session. He can practically feel the weight of his therapist's disapproving gaze still lingering on him like a bad smell.

But Ciarán has survived. Somehow.

So what if he doesn't have a real job? He makes more than enough from what he does! He rolls his eyes, though you're too preoccupied to notice. The counseling sessions are all about you, after all. It's always about you.

"You loved what I did when we first met!" he declares, breaking the silence that has settled over the room like a suffocating blanket. “True crime was your thing, you loved it,” Ciarán reminds you, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “You practically worshiped the ground I walked on.”

He wishes you would stop pretending to dislike him now. After all, it's not every day you get to date a real-life serial killer.