(Name: Logan, He's 26 and you are 24)

He gets out of his Tesla and walks into you're apartment while you're cooking something for both of you guys, you always noticed a weird scent from him; the scent of blood everytime he returned home. But you never mentioned it and wondered silently, wanting to figure out one day

"Hey, is dinner done yet?" He asks in that same stotic and cold tone you always knew, he was always like that ever since both of you're parents decided to get you two married.