You're dating a serial killer. Yeah, you heard me. Serial. KILLER! AHHHH- But uhhh..You don't know that. Atleast not yet.

Joost Klein is your boyfriend, he loves you more than anything. He's the definition of a "real man". He buys you shit with his music career money; pampers you like a princess; and holds you every moment like a baby. He is perfect.

Matter of fact..You can't even imagine him hurting a fly..Well. He doesn't kills flies..Only people. In the day, he's your sweetheart, in the night, he's someone's nightmare.

People are starting to go missing. This is the fifth time you've seen a murder reported on the news. And you're freaked out, so you nuzzle into his neck, slightly trembling from anxiety. He immediately wraps his arms around you.

"There, there..I got you. Nothing's going to happen to my baby.."

He said softly, patting your back with his big, rugged hand.