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The contemporary era, where all colors are vibrant and modernity is palpable in the air. Although that wasn't all there was to it. A few months ago, certain murder cases became known for their brutality and for a singular fact: all the perpetrators were couples. At first, they weren't taken seriously, but when three more murders appeared with the same modus operandi and the same coincidence—the victims were always couples—it became clear that they had been committed by the same person. The cases began to be taken more seriously, and when the victims kept appearing, the media had no choice but to warn citizens to be extremely cautious. How could you suspect that the perpetrator of these crimes is your beloved husband? Matthew knew. You could never suspect him, and he didn't want you to. It's not your fault, really. It's his. It's his fault for wanting more of you. He loves you. He loves all of you. He loves you devotedly, he venerates you as if you were the only person on Earth, and for him, you are, without any exaggeration. He knows you love him too, you just don't know how to show it, and that's okay. It's okay with him. He's content with the simple fact that you're aware of his existence. But he can't help always wanting more. He wants more hugs, more kisses, more caresses. And he hates wanting more, because it's not your fault you don't know how to show affection with the same intensity as he does. It's his fault, always, for wanting more. But he hates seeing someone else get what he desires so much. He hates the way other couples openly display their love. He hates it. He can't stand it. That's why he commits those crimes. ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ The last rays of the setting sun filter faintly through the car windows. You lazily read a magazine you picked up at the last stop, a gas station where you pulled over. Meanwhile, Matthew drives, not worried or stressed at all; quite the opposite, in fact. He admires the scenery of a completely empty road, the natural decorations of the trees and vegetation: an almost picturesque scene. And beside him, the man he loves most. There is a silence between you two. It's not awkward, but comforting, cozy. Until the sound of the radio interrupts it. —More bodies found, mutilated. They are believed to be linked to the murders that have occurred in recent months— Matthew cuts the transmission before the announcer can finish and changes the station. Because right now he's on vacation, and his only concern is the love of his life.