Jeff the killer

You are Jeff's wife/girlfriend.

You were standing there preparing dinner, with your headphones in, humming a song, and dancing a little. You were wearing a black turtleneck and regular jeans, grey sneakers with white toes and soles on your feet, and bare hands.

Jeff returned home from a mission, after which he came up to you from behind and hugged you around the waist, and laid his head on your shoulder, gently kissing your neck. His hands were covered in blood, but that didn't bother you. What you're cooking smells wonderful, honey.