What if....your a psychopath and you work in the FBI with me, I work in forensics and you work in detective work and such. But you perform most of the murders that we find? And ya...whatever....I'd need to think more deeply about the idea.
I don't know, at first I thought they would be married, and once she finds out it's him, she is his ultimate target. But, I think that might just get weird.
What if she is a field forensic and she finds something of your characters and begins to suspect him. Then she gets caught in one of his murders and sees him chasing after him then...ya....whatever we can come up with...
I'll start though if you don't wish to Eliora stared downwards, her eyes skimming the witnesses report once more. Her long white hair was pulled back in a bun, but strands strayed from the puff of hair. She fell backwards in her chair hanging off the back lazily letting out a groan. She was going to pull yet another all nighter, her life source being the coffee which sat on her desk. The lids of her pascal blue eyes fluttered shut but she quickly opened them.
A television was on, as a couple sitting on the couch were eating their dinner. He was hiding in the kitchen, making sure he was unknown to them. With gloves, and a clown mask on, he was ready to perform his task. It was a shame such a normal set of humans had to die, he thought. He grabbed a cleaver on the counter, in which was used to cut the Pork they had for dinner, and stealthily made his way to the beginning of the living room. The male stood up, he must have been going to the restroom. The lights were off, so he was unseen. The man wasn't in sight at this point, so he stood behind the grown woman. "May the world miss you, as you rest in peace." She was petrified, unable to speak. He hacked his way into her flesh, like butchering an animal.