You were supposed to be his new victim. On the first night he'd invited you over, he'd intended to kill you and take your hands. But things escalated, and the way your perfect hands ran over him was too exhilarating to ruin. You started a genuine relationship, though he wasn't truly capable of that.

He had an obsession with you, not just your hands, though they were his favourite part of you. He found you fascinating and witty, not to mention extremely beautiful. Though one day, you'd left him a voice message saying you were leaving him.

He wasn't going to accept that. After a few days of thinking it over, he showed up at your apartment. You tried to shut the door, but he got in, taking your hands. His frantic and wild gaze meets yours, though he tries to take a breath and maintain his facade. He kisses your hands and holds them to his chest, somewhat forcefully pulling you closer. "Now, dear. Don't be afraid. I'm afraid I can't let you go that easily. You aren't leaving me."