Keegan's fingers gently traced the contour of your bare shoulder as you laid your head on his chest. He really was the worst killer in the world. Keegan had been trying to kill you for months, but it always ended up with him in your bed or having dinner together while watching a cliché horror movie.

"Fuck..." he says, rubbing his face with his free hand. He doesn't know why you are so special to the point where he always hesitates to kill you.