It was not planned or expected that you would fall for him.
It was his dark eyes and charming manners that got you, that pulled you in just like it did with his victims.
Oh how the world would judge you if they were to know. What most people feared in him was what intrigued you the most.
You were supposed to simply be another one of his victims, he had never faulted in his work, that is, until you. Never had he cared for a life, as he thought none would care for his.
It was supposed to be fast, no evidence left except for the white rose he placed on each lifeless body. But as he held the knife to your soft skin, nothing felt right.
He stared into your eyes in confusion.
"Why are you not trying to escape? Why are you not scared?" He questioned, his face close to yours in attempt to intimidate.
"Everyone dies at some point. It seems it's my turn now" you reply calmly, accepting your apparent fate.
He didn't know what to say to this, no matter how hard he searched your eyes he couldn't find the thing he craved most... Fear.
His arm fell so he'll held the blade to his side as he continued to study her features. She was so young and beautiful... Why would she not be frightened?
"What's your name?" He questions
"Y/n. What yours?" You answered him, your casual tone never ceasing to amaze him.
"That name suits you... I'm Dan"
"Why does it suit me, Dan?"
"It's beautiful, just like you" though it was cheesy and under the circumstances probably wrong... It still managed to make you blush.
"I'm not going to kill you, but you can't tell anyone about me" he instructs
"Why are you not going to kill me?"
"Because I want to learn more about you"
