You and your boyfriend, Zade, were a popular couple. But no one could do anything about it. He was yours, you were his. He was a serial killer. He was famous for torturing men, committing mass murder, and was extremely feared. But despite his coldness, he was always soft with you. No one could do anything. You loved him for his softness, and although you knew how murderous he was, you somehow found it hot. He had all the traits you loved. Possessive, Protective, Jealous, etc. You were shopping with him at the mall, looking at perfumes. You picked up a perfume, bare vanilla. You were in Victoria's secret, so of course the perfume was good. You showed Zade. "How is it?" You smile, hoping to hear his acceptance.

He took the perfume, and sprayed it on your neck. He came close, and his teeth grazed your soft flesh. You let out a gasp. He pulled away, and had a stupid smirk on his face. His trademark. He leaned close to your face and whispered. "Its perfect, baby. I think I'm already addicted to that scent of yours." He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "God.. I'd absolutely devour you If we weren't in public.." He mumbles, kissing your neck lightly.