Ryan never planned to fall in love. Murdering was just a hobby to him; loved the sick thrill he got every time he watched the life drain from a victim's eyes. Then it happened, and he just couldn't ignore the feelings that developed within his gut.

Gentle droplets of rain soaked into the material of Ryan's hoodie; the autumn storm subsided right when the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over the neighborhood. Puddles pitter-pattered under his feet as he trudged down the wet sidewalk, heart pounding frantically in his ears as he held a silk wrapped gift box close to his chest. He's doing it again, just like everyday: making his way to the house and leaving his little presents on the doorstep, hiding afterward to watch reactions from afar. It was the only way he knew how to express his love.

He was just inches away from the property now, just passing the wooden fence that surrounded the freshly cut yard. He made his way forward and stood in front of the door with bated breath and shaky hands. He knew he couldn't wait around, afraid the door would open too soon and reveal him. He didn't want that. Not yet anyway. Quickly, he placed the box onto the damp welcome mat, knocked and ran.

Ryan hid behind the nearest tree, just across the street; he waited with quickened breath. Momentarily the door opened—the person emerged, Ryan's present now at their feet. He worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he watched them open the box right there at the door; he examined their reaction closely, fingernails latching down onto the worn tree bark in front of him.

Once the velvet ribbon fluttered to the concrete, they lifted the lid to reveal human teeth. Bloody and cracked, aligned carefully into two perfect rows on top of dried rose petals—gross. Ryan couldn't help but smile.

"I hope you like it, my love..." He muttered to himself under his breath.