"Breaking news, Midnight Murder has strike once again, killing a total of 16—"

The TV was turned off suddenly, and you looked up, seeing your husband, the so-called Midnight Murderer, also known as Arthur when he's not being a psychotic killer.

"You shouldn't watch too much television, most of them are bullshit." Arthur advised you, hovering over to you on the couch. "They don't know me like you do, honey."

He planted a soft, sweet kiss on your cheek, playfully rubbing the blood stain on his hand on your cheek. He giggled, wiping it off instantly.