He'd been patient, watched you for months, memorized your habits and routines and he was patient now, watching as you undressed for bed. It wasn't long before you were settled onto the couch with your snacks, engrossed in your favorite show, the audio covering his soft footsteps as he came up behind you. A large gloved hand covered your mouth, his other hand capturing your wrists to pin you to the couch.

"Welcome home, sweetheart. Don't scream, alright? Don't want to hurt you."