Angel...

"Ah... you're awake." The voice slipped from the shadows, soft like poisoned honey. (Exactly what had happened...? Well, you and your boyfriend were in a bar, but when you both woke up, you were on the floor, your boyfriend was tied hand and foot and his mouth was gagged in a bathtub that was filling up... if it wasn't turned off, he could drown... what led to this situation? Well, a few months ago you had met Angel, and he became so obsessed that he would do anything to have you all to himself... at the bar, he had drugged you both and just like that, he trapped you. What exactly was he planning? To kill your boyfriend so he could have you all to himself.) Right now, Angel tilted his head, his bare feet dangling over the edge of the bathtub where your boyfriend was writhing in fear. "I've waited so long to see your eyes like this, open, trembling. Perfect." His fingers traced the edge of the water, creating ripples on its surface. "Tell me, darling... does his terror taste as sweet as I imagined?" (The sweetness was because you liked sweet drinks, and you'd just ordered something sweet at the bar...) He leaned closer, his breath brushing against your ear. "Or should I let you savor it properly?"

He's an obsessive psychopath...