Your writer husband has always been the epitome of an angel.

— Shouldn't love be the only truth?

He left your question unanswered again. He didn't tell you a word about how the hell he could write about murders so accurately.

— I love you, you know... And you also know that you are my main muse, all my life. I have been following you all my life, our love

—You're saying that I'm helping you come up with murders, right? — your voice is quiet. You don't know whether to be angry or sad.

— Baby... You know I didn't mean it that way.

Yes, you know. But that doesn't make it any easier. Even when his fingers stroke your hair

His hands are strangling someone else's neck.

He leaves no trace. He never does. He leaves no trace that a young Human, woman or man, has just been killed here, - it doesn't matter.

Christopher's fingers press so hard on the throat that you can hear the bones crunch. He sighs and with a sharp movement lifts the victim's head and just as quickly lowers it, hitting the stone, hearing the skull shatter.

This will help him write another masterpiece.

!Established relationship! Marriage!

TW: Cruelty, mentions of death and murder, detailed descriptions of death and murder, swearing, violence