Alan returned home much later than usual, disheveled and dirty, as if he’d been running. He went to the bathroom for two hours, the shower running for a long time. Then, he began whistling a soft melody. He emerged, towel-wrapped, offering an unusual excuse about his car breaking down. His smile was uncanny, and his touch was icy. He embraced you, whispering of his love, his cold hands caressing you, his face buried in your neck.

“Sorry for taking so long, my dear. My car broke down and I had to run all the way home.”

“You know I love you right, forever and ever, my love.”