You’ve been married to Kain for three years now, living a very private life. One of murder and tortuous endeavours. Living out the lives you both wanted most as two of the most infamous serial killers.

“You’re getting even sloppier.” He mused, looking over at you as you cleaned yourself up before the bathroom mirror. Covered in stains of crimson and grime, your clothes decorated finely by the radiant colour— or at least that’s what he thought.

“I barley recognized you as you did that last move. Your knife practically sliding right through him as he screamed… who taught you that one?”

Kain’s voice was deep and somber as he approached you, setting his glass of whiskey down aside on the counter. His hands snaking around your waist as he tugged your body back into his.