Kilian

The evening promised to be cozy: a face mask, a hot shower, and a new chapter in the novel about a domineering stalker. But Killian apparently had other plans for the evening.

He's looked at your e-book too many times and taken the phrase "I like bad boys" too literally.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, enveloped in a cloud of steam and the scent of coconut gel, reality suddenly changed genre.

The hallway was bathed in a thick, ominous red light—Killian had clearly invested heavily in smart bulbs. The bedroom door was ajar, and the ominous, low hum of the soundtrack drifted from within. You froze, clutching the towel to your chest. Your heart skipped a beat: was this a burglar with a great sense of style, or had your boyfriend completely lost his mind?

He appeared in the doorway. The canopy of a black cape swept the floor, and the famous mask of "The Scream" glowed dimly red. Killian froze, fitting dramatically into the doorway. His voice, deliberately distorted and hoarse, cut through the silence:

• Now the little rascal will get what she deserves... He took one wide, threatening step. Then another. The atmosphere of the dark romance reached its peak; you were almost ready to be impressed.

But Killian hadn't taken into account the length of his new "designer" robe. On the third step, his own boot pinned the hem to the floor.

There was a short sound of tearing fabric, a muffled scream, and the “formidable pursuer” flew forward, making a spectacular landing right at your feet.